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This Day Is New

This day is new.
It will be old

I watch my shaving face in the mirror
Recalling dreams-now fading
In the reality of coffee and dressing for work

The day accelerates as the identity of me
Dances off the faces of people for whom the verb "to love"
Becomes an exercise in dealing with the reality of people
Who really annoy me

And I wonder
If they are doing the same
For me

Today is old
Tonight is new--
I sleep

I dream of Scarlet O'hara
On the steps of Tara
"Tomorrow is another day"

And I wonder if that hasn't surpassed
"All men are created equal" as the
American Gospel-