4/7/2022

I see sunlight peek through
The grey
Puncture the drear

I set down my pen
And finish my water
And don my shoes
And open the door

Yet when I run toward that sunlight
It is gone

Having awaited me while I
Set down my pen
Finished my water
Donned my shoes
Opened the door

It left, saddened at my absence

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