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Stealing time
brief, momentary dreaming
sandwiched between dawns
a loud herald once more
shattering day


My eyes water, in
sunshine, trading
swords for tea, and
missiles, for
well-worn books

irrational eggs for breakfast
speeding trains for lunch
through a head that insists
on flitting dangerously in the briers
a gracious sparrow, calling
now, now, now

I am tired of hearing
how you feel
everyone feels
he said
you are not special
except when you make that cake
the one
with orange and dark chocolate
and your tears

my eyes are brown
yours are blue
that’s good too
this poem needs work
it’s true
I planted seeds
that never grew
I woke up blue
I spilled my coffee