jet engines loom over
earth’s happiest place
two streets over, a
sanitation truck stops and starts, stops and starts
laundry suds scent the air
feng shui’d chimes whisper
a blessing
feathered flyers twitter
vague vernaculars
sunlit wind kisses my skin
awake
in concert, my dog and I
absorb the moment
expecting nothing more,
nothing less
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