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in the morning a cloud is out

misty kitchen off a stainless spout

like a breath from the blown cheek

of a babes cry before the tears leak

emotions rise quieter than St Brigit's seeds

makes stars of the moon chasing the bees

it's the heat and gold of day that lifts

aloft the sky in great white puffs

and morning rises in the kitchen

a stainless day is beginning