From lackadaisical
slumber,
she wipes sleep
into attentive weariness.
Rods and cones hungry
for dual energies.
Sloughing dispassionate dreams
into an imposing quiet.
Chirping from the live wire.
A big bronze bull
stampeding air.
She pulls from
tight stiffness
with crackling dendrites.
I’ll take her to church.
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