Mourning (From My Apartment Stoop)
Stretched, smoked, and stepped outside
into serene simplicity of my apartment stoop.
I am here to greet the sun that already
smiles upon me.
It's funny; you hear things here
that you usually don't hear.
Like silence or more stillness-
That feeling you get when you can become it.
Rays from the sun sinking into your being
and you can sense LIFE!!!
You can taste it, feel it, see it
You can hear the breeze and whir of passing cars
and still hear the quiet behind it.
I can smell the little basil plant that
I keep on the window sill
and smile. I have become it.
into serene simplicity of my apartment stoop.
I am here to greet the sun that already
smiles upon me.
It's funny; you hear things here
that you usually don't hear.
Like silence or more stillness-
That feeling you get when you can become it.
Rays from the sun sinking into your being
and you can sense LIFE!!!
You can taste it, feel it, see it
You can hear the breeze and whir of passing cars
and still hear the quiet behind it.
I can smell the little basil plant that
I keep on the window sill
and smile. I have become it.
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