A poem by Deanna Ramirez

She hops out of her bed
like a butterfly emerging from 
from it's chrysalis

Wipes the crystals
from her tire eyes

Mornings
No surprise
her despise 
of mornings

Coffee sips
her lips
feel the kiss
of sun beaming
through the window pane

She soaks it up
her cup
spills over 
joyed

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