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The world wakes each day,
rubs its eyes, starts the coffee.
Pictured like this, the world is
gentle as an old aunt who will say
Yes to your every request.
Travel through the news of war and ruin
and when they threaten to
overwhelm, use Personification.
If you picture the world
in its rumpled bathrobe
gathering its thoughts and oceans
while the bread toasts
you may both get through breakfast,
one of each day’s small joys, smiling,
before the news comes on
before the sky grows light enough
for the world to see the mountain
teetering outside its kitchen window.

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