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I’m parked outside the doggy daycare place ...
from my balcony the noise of morning soft tires on the hard highway the sun trying to blind us to its own beauty as we face the day
sunrise
single-syllable words float through the sky of my mind as I look at the strange sun through smoke and haze the trees grasp at it the round sun so round
the sun like a sponge has drawn the worry out of the sky of my mind it rises like a blister under the sky's skin as if in a dream
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