Gratitude in the cafe one morning

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Thank you, legs, that walk so firm.
Thank you, smile across the counter.
Thank you, world knowledge in my hand, hawk suspended high above my head, warmth that rumbles on.
Thank you, baskets filled with bounty, store I meander into without a second thought.

Thank you to everyone who built this peace and bounty
One frigid journey at a time,
One protest at a time,
One rocked baby at a time,
One lonely battlefield bullet at a time
One gathered harvest at a time,
One rolled-up sleeve at a time.

Thank you. Your gift is mine, and I am humbled
and amazed to be here.

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