little life

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So this is what they call living
this perpetual trying -

        lift the legs off the bed 
        and feel the earth beneath.

I woke up to the ground shifting
and a lark knocking on my window.

There seems to be a new life waiting.

But I call it off,
and tell the lark to spread the news - 

I will be there tomorrow.

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