life
but not
persistent
acts
of repetition.
the sun and moon,
in orbit,
even
the beat of a heart
says so,
the lungs,
taking
in
God given air
and then
the exhale,
but it's the daily task
that keeps
us anchored,
keeps us
from setting adrift
to uncertain
shores.
i'll have coffee please
and
a read
of the morning news
before
shoes go on,
and i'm out the door.
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