m e d i t a t e

^^^

winter morn in bed

sounds of expelled air + heat

cross-legged while you sleep

^^^

particles of food

a magnificent tower

more than one cycle

^^^

a small, enclosed room

clean piles of shoes, clothes, supplies—

lightness in your smile

^^^

soft guitar + voice

inhale—exhale—close your eyes

quick thoughts through the space

^^^

just the two of us,

reclining on the futon;

all-day Pokemon

^^^

brown tips bend to earth,

bowing gracefully to youth:

beauty in neglect

^^^

caramel water

sharp, metallic aftertaste;

morning ablutions

^^^


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