my twenty (almost twenty one) year old body -
the miracle of ligaments and muscle fibers
and numberless blood cells rushing through veins and arteries.
the earth and seeds that take root,
vegetables and fruits that are harvested
by honest men in the heat of day
for a wage.
a mother who still stresses the importance of a clean room.
for martin luther king jr.
for dreams, big and small,
borne of the tension,
the tight space where truth is spoken about but not yet realized.
for days off when your body is sick.
today is such a beautiful day.
it's january and in the seventies.
only in southern california.
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