April PAD 9: Time Zone

7 a.m.: The soft morning hues pulse
against the shield of my window.
The dawn tickles my dreams,
leaving them unended, dissolved.
I wake to his brightly shining noon,
as my moon parks behind daybreak.


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Prompt: Write a “time of day” poem
Today’s Writing Setting: On the couch, in between TV shows (not a good spot).
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