I don’t know if she likes the morning, nor if I do either.

But today’s a clear peach and pastel blue.

It seems the toll of work and divorce have hollowed this Lucian girl.

Our Blue Mountain blend yet to be had.

She has a home, sons and plans to renovate.

In the morning she’s ripped from the sanctuary of the night’s implausible ether

Again she all anew performs perfunctory morning routine. Awoken defeated.