Just
the last piece
of pie
dried flowers
revived
the whirl
of the dryer
the sound
of running shoes
feeding
the birds
the length
of a road
rain falling
on a field
mountains
in steam
the ocean
still big
church bells
ringing
good sleep
all night
a book
you’d read again
understanding
being understood
dropping your plans
to play
pouring batter
in a pan
turning off the camera
to be there
making up the bed
messing it up
sharing a meal
with someone
taking a song
in
picking a plum
off the tree
not having to say
a thing
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