dawn’s cool breath—
the way wonder always fills
that small moment
til it bursts

but still now
i am cold
my feet curl in
under me
as i breath in
the coffee steam

these little moments
where i am allowed
to not be starved
or at war
or homeless
or screaming in disease

i thank God
& pray for thw peace
of just one
one more day

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