Sitting Still, Listening, Spring Evening

A warm May evening startles me with its beauty, as you often do.

The birdsong, an affirmation.

Laughing water, a meditation.

 

Wine is soft. My cravings relax their grip.

A ripple in the grapefruit moonrise.

Medicine in the moment.

 

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