DAYTIME IN A WINK (OR BLINK)

Daytime.
Quick winter sun climb.
Quick night fall.

If we’re to seize the day
at all,
we must embrace,
and maybe kiss it–

attend to it as a small babe
that needs our love. . .

for yea, indeed,
if weary, we too oft do blink,
we just might miss it.

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