
As Dawn resolves/the forest wakes//The boy repents/of his/mistakes//A leaf/a bird/a boy/enthralled//A creaure/by no/known name/called

As Dawn resolves/the forest wakes//The boy repents/of his/mistakes//A leaf/a bird/a boy/enthralled//A creaure/by no/known name/called
I have heard and read that the most popular beginning for the lyrics to a blues song is “Woke up this morning…” I think I know why: every day is like a little lifetime, and when you wake up you are born.
the day be
gins with ligh
tened sky, with
coffee drip, with bright-hurt
eye–& when you
get a Breakfast
in you, time will let
the day continue.