For Another Blessed Day, I Ressurect

Once again

My heart has beaten into a fresh puddle of dawn

The sun has licked my eyes awake

 Chance sits on the other side of my front door.

Outside, the grass waits for my toes

The men wet their lips for whistling

The women spice their necks with perfume and smog

The moon tucks itself into bed

And I’m all here... above ground

Drooling praise for my golden breath

For my dancing bones and blood

For another blessed day

I resurrect

 

 

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