Imagine you wake up
with a second chance: The blue jay
hawks his pretty wares
and the oak still stands, spreading
glorious shade. If you don't look back,
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How good to rise in sunlight,
in the prodigal smell of biscuits—
eggs and sausage on the grill.
The whole sky is yours
to write on, blown open
to a blank page. Come on,
shake a leg! You'll never know
who's down there, frying those eggs,
if you don't get up and see.
"Dawn Revisited" by Rita Dove, from On the Bus with Rosa Parks: Poems. © W. W. Norton & Company, 2000.
Image credit: "Eggs in Skillet," oil painting by Tom Brown (originally color).
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