I've lived
for one-thousand years
in this time zone
under a bridge.
The days don't change
but my labors give way
for a new beginning
until the moon sets.
So, speak softly
and make your bed
until the time comes
to reassure your mother
that you really do love her
for raising you
the way you'd raise a tomato plant.
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