28 Tuesday Apr 2026
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In the dark now.
Power comes and goes.
A battery is borrowed time.
But here, the happiest place on earth,
there is a lottery, winners are in, losers
get to be seen one last time.
Power or not, the dogs must be walked,
kids fed, parents tucked into retirement,
and someone has to bring in the harvest.
Losers and your mother, nothing in common
except to be like someone they never met,
and the rich possibilities of borrowed time.
Strange, in the light
a simple title
becomes a slogan.
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