wish I could lighten up
drink a glass of wine
forget my cares joined in
the roaring crowds of football fans
hogging every tavern
in this perfect Autumn afternoon
but then no thanks
I have my own rituals
and I remember why such heaviness
makes for such sparkling fun
when the weight is lifted (or even of itself)
and the mix of dark and light intensifies everything
wish I could hold up better and take more since
the harder the suffering the lighter and happier the joy afterward...
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