by Howie Good
You who stayed up too late last night
get up get up everyone else is already up
the world is an incomplete sentence
without you I know the leaves are yellowing
and it’s cold but get up please get up
and look out the back window there are
emergencies clouds acts of contrition
light-up letters as big as small children
sometimes even bigger
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