It Is A Joy
It is a joy to sit in a cluttered basement in the morning.
It is a joy to wait at the dentist's office.
It is a joy to drive to the post office, and not have an accident.
It is a joy to go to the bathroom.
It is a joy to type.
It is a joy to listen.
It is a joy to see.
I am seeing.
poem by Kongsaeng Chris Everson
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