after breakfast
to my right
gentle string music by haydn
on my left
the cat is sleeping on a sigh
out front
a breeze is rearranging the garden
my mind hanging
mid-space in this breakfast room
on the last sip of earl grey
a flower
a shrub
a bush
a small tree
a big tree
the wooded
distance
the stone pagoda says nothing
just seems content to wait
upon my arrival
the scene gathers around me
and i flip the book around and say look
what do you think of these words
then
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