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At Dawn

  • Joanne Benedetto
  • Dec 24, 2025
  • 1 min read

At dawn I think about a cup of tea

Like others I am alert to the sound

Of traffic, and if I open my eyes

And if I join the living finally

If conscious of the potential around

I might look for a good reason to rise

But I will struggle with this probably

Reluctantly my feet will find the ground

And find the kitchen when the kettle cries.

 
 
 

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