n e x t d a y
I’ve awakened
on a sunny Seattle Sunday.
My chest still hurts
from that elephant.
But at least
I’m breathing still.
I remember
that my happiness
is a state of mind.
Thus, I get up
and choose to love
my morning,
my mind,
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