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Daybreak
Shamus Smisor Did we die? A storm blew through last night. The flowers are broken, The porch is wrecked, There are no more cigarettes. Maybe Kansas can’t be my home, Maybe Oz was waiting in my heart, But that tornado seems to last forever. Seven months have passed. It’s cold out. It’s cold inside, too. Winter whispers soft lies Across my chest. I was hoping for breeze and coffee Early in the morning When the sun hasn’t yet Peeked its face up to see me, Though I can see it, So now I’m out in the world But hiding from the day, Minutes away From bursting with sunlight. I hope I decide to stay outside, To feel the warmth come through In that sacred moment When the rays kiss the earth Good morning And truth comes pouring across the cold wind of winter, World breaking out in song, “We’re alive. We’re alive.”
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