Plodding, morning shadows
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blanket the cracks along the patio
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Droplets fall into tiny pools
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that brighten with the white light of renewal
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As one memory eludes me
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another consumes me
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A pane of glass fogged by breath from nostrils
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keeping me at bay from a world less hostile
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The world is so vain and uncertain!
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A death in the family and I’m in love again
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New day
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New day
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New day
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New day
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Melting frost on the juniper
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Greyness evolves into a spectrum of color
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Morning Shadows
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| Cass McCombs |
