running toward the end of day the sun drops faster than noticeable until exhaustion in the dark
hurrying to rush past
while the day is bright there are windows and doors and also minds for escape
not to avoid being present
not to be other than where we are
hurtling through excuses and also reasons whynot
too long of a line and too short of a patience
drip honeyslow moments through sunlight and wonder
turn a phrase like a key to open that smile
eyes and clouds and stars: the brightness we create
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