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The rising sun as seen beyond and through
My neighbor's tree, its resurrection
For me and you
A corrective of the insurrection
Of time and time's unyielding loss
That strikes me now as it has not before
Knowing what I know
Of morning's glow
Before I dress and step outside my door.
Wonderful, Jonathan!
The spill of sun, its reassurance whatever choice. Aren’t we not insurrectionists simply by virtue of living.