day 3425/day 3424

day 3425

I feel a magic

in being on the streets when

the streetlights turn off

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day 3424
from snow into mud,
jogging along the river,
slow, but still moving

Day 2955

Day 2955

in the morning haze,

in the river’s middle, stood

a few fishermen

Day 2892

Day 2892
the sunlight crept in,
I laid on the floor, stretching
into downward dog

Day 2831

Day 2831
through the small window
the morning’s sun-beam blazes
and I soak it up

Day 2678

Day 2678

looking to the east,

standing side-by-side, I tried

to mirror her moves

Day 2511

Day 2511

morning light came in

through the window above me –

a new day had dawned

Day 2461

Day 2461
few other noises
besides my shoes on the path –
morning stars above

– – –

day 2231

day 2331

the spinning efforts

of many night-time spiders

were draped ‘cross my face

day 2214

day 2214

this morning, I wrote.

Sat with my laptop, then did

The Five Tibetans

 

day 2155

day 2155

laid down on the ground,

feeling the concrete’s coolness,

as I caught my breath