There are a lot of trees where I live, and its peaceful

Days quietly pass without much inner reflection, without much interruption

And on the outside, I’m not seeing much most mornings except a gray streak

Not sure if I’m being stubborn or merely lazy leaving it there

But it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter

I feel invisible these days

I think I must be

I still carry extra love around like I always did

As a young mom, my purse always had emergency snacks

I’ve been trying to wake up my spirit the last few months with my piano

But I’m only half here

And, I might be a blind bird pecking out directions on an outdated map but

We can wander along together

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