LIKE THEM

Another morning, another
dawn between dark ridges
rising to starlight—the same

hurdles for the celestial
to overcome as cattle wake
to another day of grazing

without the urgent grip
of each second’s tick
counted against them.

They want no holiday,
no vacation—they have
no fear of death.

So many years of envy
and respect, we begin
to think like them.

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