January 13

Thank you. That prayer, begun by nail, pounds through
pounds of concrete, anger, silent air. Grounds
us from shock despite bare wires everywhere. Plus

rejects negative. So, a dare; check
how often you pitch, “Sorry,” where now
you can share, blue to green lead, “Thank you.”
Begun by square, by cup done.

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