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On the days you wake up
by a breeze,
and nothing hurts,
and autumn’s calm cool
collects in a pool
in the middle of summer,

and sometime in between
a brief, fat-drop sprinkle
and sun’s brilliant return,
you run out and collect as much color as you can,

these are days –
when witnessed
and present within –

there is no feeling but “happy,”

again, and again, and again.

 

(the color I collected)

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