an exercise of the least possible
I’ve been keeping my thoughts
to the slightest of late
hoping to quiet my outer space
while improving the blood flow
giving my inner self a break
from all the distractions
coming at me from all directions
I keep waiting on the chance
for the sun to sing me a new song
one allowing my mind
to retreat into relative ease
keeping my intentions at bay
and my heart center
beating at a bare minimum
march two thousand nineteen
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Seriously, I could read your poetry all day (but spring cleaning is necessary) 🙂
Thank you very much, dear friend. xo