revival
you are tired
but not broken
gathering your strength
for seven eight nine days now
eventually you decide
to make a sound
a lowly dog growl
a lonely bird in a naked birch
in a late october afternoon
but nobody sees you
and you retreat
back into the shadows
the orange sun
sinking fast
you open the palms of your hands
and give thanks
you open the door
and discover there is even more
december two thousand twenty
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