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SUNDAY PRAYER, xxxvii
Time & time again,
my friends, we miss and make connections,
take our trains, unlearn our lessons.
Traffic weaves moving confessions.
Bring us each the end of the line.
Rushing loved ones nicking time.
Holiday breaklights string the streets.
The signals flashing red and green. I am, I am.
Time & time again,
Creating drama. Baggage claiming.
Candles, sweaters, picture frames,
and scarves. In cards we sign our names.
And every year, there's always one
candy cane stuck in the mud,
whose Christmas spirit cannot see
the cherry angel on the tree. I am, I am, I am.
But you're a birthday,
deep with the dayshine.
Dusk to a moonbreak,
the dust of keepsakes.
Time & time again, I am, I am.
DAS - Chicago, Illinois, USA
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