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this day
of all others
this shift in the light
a sweet celebration
aligned with the night
I’m not much for promise
tears aren’t my style –
but as dark
became morning
I drifted a while
to far away summers
and sweet sunny days
when someone spoke softly
and someone remains
blessed by the memory
of a kiss
and a prayer –
of wishes made whole
by the stars

. . .