the last time I remember
waking up taking for granted
another sunny sparkling day
had to have been
when I spent more time
looking at how the sky
so very blue
looked against a rusty swing chain
when I noticed
wonderfully warm
melty cookies on the counter
forgetting yellow-brown linoleum
and orange shag carpet
when lacing up sturdy shoes
was a momentous occasion
I celebrated alone
the next time I feel as free
will be bittersweet
since awareness of anything else
has colored my mental Polaroids
The Word Rummager 
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