time is the currency, valor the cost

morning mirror and happenstance
pulling hope down at the corners
of a month meant for introspection

snow blows sideways against a window

a sparrow fights for survival

everyone, everywhere
arguing about books

and this is silence
holding tight
to a morning
short on light

showing up
as always
never quite


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