every morning
i awake
encased in flesh
bone and grist
when earlier
as a child
i sprang forth
from bed
without even
a second
thought beyond
joy
but every morning
i am so happy
to be alive
this joy
gets stronger
and younger
every
morning
as ageless
as the
light past
the drapes
and as
exultant
----
Florida Street
St Louis Park
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