softer awakenings

certain mornings
you wake up

maybe hungover

maybe not

look out the window
at the soft sunlight
slow flowing traffic
wounded people
still walking, driving
managing to get by
however they
can.

the clouds are pure cotton
wind-loving

and you just see
this beauty
behind the veil
we’re so use
to living under.

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