#103 (or Yesterday/Today)

I could envy so many things
The dust that the wind brings
The rain guided to the culvert
The smoke from my cigarrete

The plastic bag floating around
The dead leaves in the ground
An ant, even that small

The steam from my hot bath
The stones through my path
A branch in a waterfall

The moments of boredom
The man that wanders alone
The couple that walks as one
The moonlight shining as chrome

The dune that cries with sand
The dog jumping the fence
The last song of a band
I’m free as them
today.

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