being alone
the joy of solitude was lost and then found again. as in, I cannot seem to picture my life completely alone, but I need to spend time by myself in order to live with people. as in, solitude saves me.
five children swing up
far away
all in a row
the clouds are dark
and say nothing
of incoming storms
but lurk, outside of
my field of vision
lay the mountains,
blue but not but
purple, and there
is a majesty
sometimes not but yes
the ant moves down
warm pavement
there is nothing to
do but
look. the scene flashes over and…
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