A perfect day

A perfect day

I woke early this morning

To a sliver of gray through gold-lamé curtains of Elvis.

My first thoughts sifting to the surface

Like fortunes on an up-turned 8-Ball.

Was it clouds of rain?

Was it too early?

I pushed underneath a comforter

Heavier than my first borne,

Exposing just a toe and elbow,

Drifting back to the thought

This is a perfect day

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