the rain gifted us at 3:03 a.m., the soft plops increasing in intensity 

i stood on the landing, thinking about work and commerce 

the two robins of the early morning chirped in cadence

it smelled of spring 

minutes passed as they always do 

i am the owner of the morning 

and sometimes of my life

the inertia of the moment dissolved 

off to do what I must

but in a parallel universe 

i’m still on that old wooden outcrop 

listening and watching without thought 

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