Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother’s poetry.
a morning to contemplate
on truth for a change
and seek something
a morning to spend
not uselessly in bed
for a change.
Later on I’m usually embarrassed by how proud I get when that is the biggest accomplished ambition of my day. But it really is. And I really am proud.
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