covered with clouds so thick I
forgot to wake up and
was late for nothing,
as usual.
I rode my bike and felt the
dampness of a strange day
mist my face
and curl my hair. Thinking of
you has become as background
as the train horns, a passing
interruption, the
resulting calm overwhelms.
The boy near me blesses my sneeze,
and for a moment I feel blessed
because I see that his teeth are slightly crooked
and I want to take him home for it.
I drink my coffee and it was good, I write something down
and it is good. The day is good and the forecast better.
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