A new day, a new sun,

forever old and familiar

and fumbling with open secrets.

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rises on the grateful earth, shaking hands with people

and the luminous

and the things they said were empty.

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How it all keeps the seed and maintenance

of an original,

a happy accident for us.

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We might pick something up

worth a pretty penny, or a song,

or the hard and precious ride of a life.

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Anthony Cañez

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