When I think how little
I've seen the sun rise
I feel ashamed.
and we may remember
A gift is given every morning
when colors remember the
possibilities of color.
and we may remember
There is something ghostly
in watching a blue dawn melt
into spring flush into tomorrow.
and we may remember
why morning doves mourn
Wouldn't it ease your day
To start one day
watching the sun rise
Today?
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