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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

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“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.