Computer Painting by kenne
Yes, the sun
has risen again.
I can hear my heart
regular and strong.
I will live to see
the day end as
I lived to see earth
turn molten and white,
then to metal,
then to whatever shape
we stamped into it
as we laughed the
long night hours away
or sang how the eagle
flies on Friday.
When Friday came,
the early hours perfect
and cold, we cursed
our only lives and passed
the bottle back and forth.
— from One Day by Philip Levine
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