At dawn, I follow a quiet recipe for courage,
mixing light with doubt.
A teaspoon of hope warms the cup,
steam lifting names of yesterday.
Sparrows argue on wires.
I stir, wait, taste patience.
The day hums open,
not sweet, not bitter,
but honest,
and enough to begin walking,
barefoot through streets, carrying morning’s lesson like bread, shared, simple, resilient, alive today with neighbors smiling

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