(x = space)
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Youse
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I should go to sleep
Again
I haven’t tried all night
Enjoying peace, I think
The chance to think my thoughts
Without
Explosions
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I have my coffee
And a couple of French rolls
Outside the window,
The view
Is clear
Well-defined—early morning,
Lack of humidity,
I don’t know
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In this moment
And maybe only this one,
It is a gift
I have been given
The start of day
And brief clarity
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A bite, it’s good
A sip
A thought
Trying to enjoy an easy feeling
Like slow jazz
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I hope you have a good day
I haven’t
Said that for a while
Not that
I don’t think it
Every time I do this
You deserve it
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I don’t know what
Adventures might
Be launched
Or the first steps taken
Unbeknown
Unaware
Not that it’s all romance
It’s not much romance
Really
But I think to throw a coin,
Not knowing where
The nearest designated
Well might be
Inviting you to wish
In the fine day
I hope you have
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Yes, it takes the start of day
Whenever that
Might happen, since it’s
Changeable
Some clarity in
At least two kinds
Of sky
Brief lack of worry over
Food and drink
Now something good
Can begin
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note
Youse is probably distinctive of my country. It’s common in the Northeast. If I were in Pittsburgh and the region there, I might say y’ins. Apologies.
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youngsters huddling together
September 30, 2021 at 2:13 pm
I love those moments when it feels like smooth jazz. Great poem. Thank you for sharing.
September 30, 2021 at 5:36 pm
I agree. Nothing like jazz, especially live, to grab one. Thanks.
September 30, 2021 at 5:37 pm
it always leaves me with a contentedwarm feeling.
September 30, 2021 at 5:45 pm
Yep. Well-said.
September 30, 2021 at 3:19 pm
Like slow jazz. I love the idea of life as music and the slow jazz rhythm is so perfect. Thank you!
September 30, 2021 at 5:38 pm
Music matters. It goes through us. Sonorous jazz can do that. I’m happy you sense things this way and am not surprised.