For Truth

Before I rise, open my eyes
I test atmosphere, like one
Finger up for wind direction

With arm still laying across
My face, I decide it’s sunny
When the birds are too quiet

When the breeze chills my
Leg back under for cover
Of what might brew as true

As a coffee cup just gazes
Through hints of a longer
Afternoon woken too soon

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