Good morning.
The taste of day
Is that small space of time
Between my wake and leave for work.
That five minutes
Where I sit down
With my breakfast in the morning.
To turn out the loud tv
And hear some of my quiet morning thoughts.
The taste of day is only a taste.
When sunlight
Pours through the windows.
Because
The day is gone
When work has come.
And quickly am I off;
To busy to think
Of anymore tastes
Of this day.
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