every morning

[Guest guest]

every morning a thousand words spring up

so much to tell of love and pain

of being and compassion

 

every morning a thousand words spring up

to rant and rave and laugh

at the absurdity of it all

 

every morning a thousand words spring up

and swirl around like motes in the air

and settle down as dust upon everything

 

and i look at the broom

as it dances this dust away

and i smile

 

loveya - michael

 

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