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Lamp and Window

Awake the mind’s hopeless so
At a quarter to six I rise
And run 2 or 3 miles in
The pristine air of a dark
And windy winter morning
With a light rain falling
And no sound but the pad
Of my sneakers on the asphalt
And the calls of the owls in
The cypress trees on Mesa Road

And when I get back you’re
Still asleep under the warm covers
Because love is here to stay
It’s another day and we’re both still alive


“Every Day” by Tom Clark. You’ll find it in his collection (that I haven’t read yet) Light and Shade: New and Selected Poems.

I snapped the picture in my study a few hours ago.