the morning light
so kind today
openly i contrast
the evident severity
of the rest
yet none
have seen my
bended knee
my broken sward
managing always an
escape
fight again
take up arms
another day
take time to nurse wounds
sharpen steel
feel the warm earth
between toes
today the ground is frozen
i will leave my shoes
on
the rest will follow
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