I see so much
just standing here
here or wherever I am
I see people’s rhythms
and rituals
the magnificent clouds
I drool upon
then quietly
the stars and shifting moon.
Frost on my skin
the sun scorching my eyes
I don’t discriminate or admonish
the conditions I tolerate
incense burns in the sacrament
a slug crawls in the drizzle and rain
my lungs fill with smoke
I’ll be here again.
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