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Some time after

I thought of the right words.
 
Sitting on a stool, ready
 
to take my laundry from out
 
of the dryer.
 
My vision is accosted by a
 
garish green countertop, light
 
goblin green,
 
showing me
 
the nihilism of the poor.
 
I thought of love, come alive
 
on the mountaintops of my
 
imagination.
 
She surrendered when I,
 
my better self, made all the
 
right moves,
 
as though that were my
 
fullest capacity,
 
my only way of being.
 
I think about the laundry,
 
the dog that
 
I accidentally left in the
 
backyard, and the birthday
 
party that I’m supposed to be
 
at.
 
And I return back,
 
to the now dry clothes,
 
and give thanks to my
 
personal space,
 
my mindful
 
privacy~

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