Tomorrow's seed.
Helps us let go of yesterday.
Brings forth a new sunrise.
Will it be better today?
I look at Langston sitting on my dresser.
American literature.
How did he write so many beautiful poems?
I watch him pondering, amused.
Yesterday comes creeping in again.
What shall we bring into today?
I chip away my fading nail polish.
Every day that polish.
I remind myself.
I'm happy I woke up today.
Let us give thanks.
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