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Because when you woke up,

you didn’t know this day

would hold so much more than you could carry


because the load

is full of such foolish things:

Groceries and briefcases,

cough drops and tissues,

brown chickens pecking at the side of the road

so silly and industrious that the comparison

falls into your hands

and becomes one more thing to carry.

Words fizzing off the top of your head.

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