Epiphany:
A sudden realization about the meaning of something.
No.
It’s
the rising sun
blasting
through the frosted
glass
on the east wall of my bedroom.
I
can feel it.
I
move slowly and take in
the
aroma of coffee
as
it rides the currents
from
my kitchen.
I
listen to the quiet
electronic
hum
coming
from the vents in
my
ceiling.
I
stir and sense the
softness
of warm sheets
on
exposed skin.
Dennis Price
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