go out,
the lights appear across
the frosted valley,
down the road
into the city.
light after light is lit.
the world is getting up.
making
coffee,
taking showers,
brushing
their teeth.
toast is popping up.
sleepy souls are
picking the paper off the porch
and yawning,
shaking the children
awake.
dogs are walked.
snow is brushed off the cars.
simple things
that must be hung onto
if we are
to stay sane.
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