Some nights it's a smorgasbord
of bristling young energy:
clear, hopeful,
glistening like crystal
flooded with dew-drops and sunlight
smelling like grape candy
impatient when not moving
sugar covered hummingbirds
freshly awake, new and alive
and in plain view of wolves
and aging fading vultures
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