awaken
there is no time
that moves toward—
only this,
leaves dipping
in the breeze,
early sun
warming soil,
dove roof-pacing,
waiting her turn
on the feeding ground
we call it morning
a label on top
of what is one
tiny planet rolling
into sunshine
like a septillion others
unique
but not special
isness, is-ing
just this
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