Sugar
A cup of sugar
borrowed from a neighbor...
One that I have never met before.
Will they even answer the door?
What should I say?
In that single open possibility...
that one chance...
that first breath
that we will share
together?
It can mean the world,
or an end to everything
further?
We are all...
gambling on tomorrow
to be a better day.
It is the only way,
that we can hope to be...
larger than ourselves.
How far is the land of joy?
How distant is happiness?
Why do we treat each other
less than we expect to be treated?
Why not instead...
try to do more,
than ever before...
to live as one
in peace?
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