Occasional mornings when an early fog
Not yet dispersed stands in every yard
And drips and undiscloses, she is severely
Put to the task of herself.
Usually here we have view window dawns,
The whole East Bay at least some distance into the room,
Puffing the curtains, and then she is out
In the submetropolitan stir.
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