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  • Writer's pictureMerle Emrich

Long After Sunrise 

Clothes strewn on the floor

In careless fashion

The sun already up too long

Shoulders tense and hurting

From night’s weary sleep

cursed the self in the mirror

for not opening the windows wide at dawn

to hear the songbirds singing

Treacherous bed

Still whispering

“it is dark”

“it is winter”

Written by Merle Emrich.

Cover photo by Merle Emrich.


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