Watched the sunlight trickle in in bars
And I've
Stolen furtive glances
through the window
and on the the street.
It is peaceful.
The shirt is white
And everything that is brown
is glowing.
Not so many scars today,
while there's sleep,
but heavy eyes
carry stories
that stand against a starch collar.
Here's a time for smiling.
A rare moment for rest
the present.
-BHN
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