somehow the days don't weigh as heavily
the stress evaporates like dew into morning mist
the howl of the wolf and the hiss of the snake
and the meow of the cat all merge in a white noise
like surf on a sun risen beach
and all the things I thought mattered so much
are as nothing in the moment of peace
between happenings
Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
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