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The Second Poem in a Thousand Mornings
I don't know where prayers go or what they do. Do cats pray while they sleep, does the apossum pray as it crosses the street? The sunflowers blaze. Maybe that's their way. Or does it matter? I wouldn't persuade you from whatever you believe, or whenever you don't, that's your business. But i thought of the wrens singing. What could this be? If it isn't a prayer, so i just listened my pen in the air. Well, poems keep coming. Am.