Shoulders

Old man who rises in the morning
And pours his coffee

Old man who showed me birds sitting in tall trees, and ten-foot tall basketball hoops, and planes soaring in the sky
From his shoulders

I soared

Now I rise in the morning
And pour myself a cup of coffee

And it’s the bitter taste of never getting my sugar and cream just right
That keeps me running, jumping, trying to
Soar again

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