The Reward of Daybreak

The sunlight wraps its arms
around the place.
The cats lap milk and
lick themselves clean.
If it is a weekend
time stretches out before you
like a state you’ve never been in.
Maybe Nebraska, or the Dakotas.
Nothing but rock and wheat and
where you’ll be sleeping tonight.
You go to bed old but wake up young.

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