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Good Day


It is so smooth. 

It silences the breaking.
The dry yellowgreen,
the fading blue,
the melting white world.

The foggy past has left a crust, over the sleeping pool.
Crows at the crack of dawn,
squirrels like acrobats and hummingbirds good morning.

Awake but still.
You know the deal.

A coffee pot, my habit smokes.
My wet and dirty boots.
Your strong and solid roots.
Await for the sun.
It's there, even if it doesn't come.
I draw a circle and I wait.
I'm in. You 're in.
"The ceremony is about to begin."
Good Day.




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