Mindfulness does not necessarily
Mean slow
Indeed I myself much prefer
The pacy, racy, laced up way of carrying on
A bit like that time of dusk
Being shown the evening primroses open
Or around dawn
Witnessing the last bedroom door close
Or here, in the common room
Where I watch over the comings, the goings
The tall young woman
With a most expressive walker’s bottom
The new recruit with large leather bag
Who takes diminutive steps
With just those few words
I feel a comedy routine rushing in
Lots, yes, lots of double entendres
Amplified by relentless repetitions
Even perhaps a smidge of misunderstanding
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