AND THE ASSIGNMENT IS: write a poem in which you closely describe an object or place, and then end with a much more abstract line that does not seemingly have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does.
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The sun sleepily creeps up the distance, uncertain if it should wake —
Me; and my sweet-dreaming lady, whom all the blankets did take.
As soft, lapping waters move inward, marking the turn of the tide;
And glowing colours of morning warm the pale blue sky!
Birds in flight, in sheer delight, their Happiness hard to keep —
Inside; as they sing, all the Day hath to bring; it’s hard to stay asleep.
The Tranquility is so addicting, no rush, no clock, no phone!
Then I wake up at my work desk and very much alone.