the sun
comes out
as you are typing a number
that feels like purple. Something
was already warming
a cold wind bullying
the corners
of existence. There is
no time for giving in
to anything
but joy; jumping in
and renaming
the miseries
of hostages
who gave
up at least once
before staggering
back up; muttering something
about trees
responding
to music

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