Aimless

Aimless,
I take time
to take in
my city:
my home,
my vocation.
I watch ten thousand
harried commuters,
hurried consumers,
scurry furiously
from A to B to C,
not pausing for breath,
neither seeing
nor hearing
the city’s
signs of love.
I take up
the simplest
of pleasures:
coffee, slowly sipped,
bread, shared
with the birds,
half an hour with
a beloved book
on a park bench
in the shade of
a blossoming tree.
I am speaking to
my own heart here,
you understand?

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