One Morning

Incense had burned to ash

winter sun glares

against the tabletop

I’m taking a personal day

in a string of them

sitting at the window

sunshine warms my head

a touch of grace

On my road walk

I’m joined by the Friend,

hovering out of reach

of hands, but felt

where my heart touches

nothing.

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