the morning light is soft and gray
there is small-movement in the green leaves
outside the windows
the air is still in the stuffy office
facing east the sun is rising
behind a veil of clouds
a small dog is talking to me
about returning to the bedroom
the air conditioner is humming there
a fan is blowing
my lady sleeping with her golden hair
upon the pillow
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