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Every Morning, The Same Advice

Reach for the chiming alarm
and it all rushes back home
What to eat how to dress
a poem and did the roof hold
and what is this new ache
between the shoulders?

while they clamber aboard
Advice arrives
like the steam rising
all along the train platform
always the same advice

Open your hands
The advice it never says
if this is to give or receive
or just to shake loose
the crumbs and scraps
the dregs of what you
keep clinging to

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