Late Night And Perhaps Morning For You

Hope is my girl’s name. If I ever have one.

Good morning, strange world.
Why are you sometimes, like the center of a flower, landing me there –
And why are you others
Absence, more than presence –
Unearthing roots beneath my shoes
Showing me?

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