Feb 16, 2021

a joy it is to be alive

i confess 
i can easily lose myself 
in the distant shimmers of heat 
that rise from the flat earth 
a dust mite afternoon 
in the california summer

a cool summer breeze 
hot black coffee and cold sliced tomatoes 
cuban music playing softly 
i am conscious of what a joy it is to be alive 
i don’t believe in any gods 
and yet i want to thank someone 
so thank you

the beatles/revolution

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