Tiredness takes me
To the coffee shop
Already I feel slightly lighter
As I remember the young man
With puffed up eyes; his lost gaze
Makes me feel way more fortunate
It wouldn’t do
To focus on negativity
The day to day of her life
Is way too beautiful
I have found a seat, in
The museums upstairs alcove
With a window, to a tree
Whose sticky buds welcome
The somewhat delayed turn
From winter to spring
It is more true
The locus of connectivity
The time to time of seasons
She is so sure of beauty
