by Lawrence Fox
The air wafting into the room tastes so sweet.
It must have rained while we were asleep.
Please silence the clock and pull up the sheet.
I dread turning my eyes to face the bright;
It must have rained the whole night.
It must have rained the whole night.
Rain sedates me like an infant cradlesong.
Please silence the clock a few hours long.
Please silence the clock a few hours long.
And then I will awake as I must
To run and catch the last morning bus;
And you will there remain asleep
And before I leave, I will pull up the sheet.
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