summer mornings arrive early
sun through the window streams
like a show on cable or a live
performance on a boardwalk,
money exchanges hands as if
sand through a funnel as we
embrace the side of the mattress
that has fewer wrinkles... pillows
on the floor kicked off by a
restless night, wondering when
the sunshine would come again;
dreams follow consciousness
genius is only a heartbeat away
from ordinary... Lincoln freed
all our thoughts from anxieties
while some are never aware
that it snows in the winter...
we are the last survivors of the
day forged in recreation - given
a pledge that tomorrow will be
somewhat better than yesterday.
July 27, 2024
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