Sleeping at Sunrise

On a chair,
you drew your head and slept
in the morning

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Sun spraying and windows clean,
you lowered your head
to hear that white color 

No one in the room
You slept to not wake 
Fainted, but happily

Particles of air 
gather around you
No one knocked on the door

You slept, then woke
It’s home but on the road
That touchy skunk creeping in
Ah, only the stomach noising

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Author

Cathy Zhang. Cathy is the Web Master of The Weekly Cad.