Coffee.
An old book.
Windows.
Bright morning glare.
My fingernails amaze me,
As do the wine bottles
reflecting the
streaming sunlight.
That anything exists --
chairs,
coffee,
books,
windows,
the sun,
fingernails,
wine --
is equally wondrous
and . . .
wondrously equal.
Contributed to dVersePoets.com
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existence itself is a blessing and beauty surrounds us if we look for it...nice verse...
ReplyDeleteIn the moment always works for me, and yes, I think you are on the word drugs. The lab tech says, P,Q and R in a cup, please.
ReplyDeleteAhhh . . . makes me long for mornings where you can just be present and not rush to get ready for work.
ReplyDeletelove the feel of thoughts on paper...
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