Tuesday, April 28, 2015

4.28.15 Our eyes open briefly to the morning light, to our species, circumstances and choices



We each awaken. 

In our bed, or burrow; roots sunk far into earth, or cubs gamboling about, nursing, as we come to. 

Colony about us, buzzing and beginning the day's work. 

Our eyes open briefly to the morning light, to our species,
circumstances and choices, and we rise to greet the day.


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