Just Standing Here


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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