Correcting typo in this morning's daily poem

[Lawrence Robinson]

Aubade For The Quiet House

I awaken to a still dark room
No sound to acknowledge a new day
No sense of the dream that woke me

The silent saluki across my feet
is, like me, not moving but awake
His eyes as always awaiting my move

Was it like this yesterday
and the day before
dreamless dark and silent

Will it be like this tomorrow 
or will we be able to freely
call out an aubade to the morning

Open to what once was as natural
as the sun falling across your face
as natural as another day of living

	- Fran Claggett-Holland
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