Delayed Opening

“The present is a gift,” they say,

these dogs of mine,

and this morning

they have already

unwrapped the day. But I prefer

to lie abed

wrapped snugly in

the gift of sleep

and leave to them the wild delight

of opening

at least until

I can see light.


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