the bigger joys
in hiding this year,
I'm thankful for the little things.
Even a tear in the fundamental fabric
of a universe
repairs itself with
the curious wanderings
of a homeless white-haired gent,
the colorful spheres
dangling from a porch
in the fanciful breeze,
the chatter of squirrels,
the meditative stillness
of a chair...
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