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You grab life by the throat
and wring your hands,
squeezing out the last drops
before drinking your bitter tea.

I’m amazed at all the good
a little bit of blue sky and some fresh air
can do for the soul.

I feel worlds lighter after only a few minutes.


Warm is the home
whose tables bear marks
from cold glasses.

Cold is the home
whose furniture lacks
any laugh lines.