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woke up around 11 AM today
staring at the sun
the moon may have been there too
there are families
there are trees
knocked upon like a door
the babies come gladly
everybody is happy to see
the great splendor
vanilla chocolate swirl
oif, the back ache
walking like they do
hunched and happy
despised by none
the gladiators of our day
I held the sun with one finger
and watch a gentle wave
the eye never has caught
just an instant and we're gone
like so many rugs
on the walls of Byzantine castles