These Days Of Rain

On days when I wake up happy

it is hard to write.

Who needs to hear about hours

that bend to my wants

how even the laundry feels easy?

How this picture with words feels beside the point

when there’s warm coffee, leftovers from an Italian restaurant

heat swirling from multiple vents, a girl who sings in tune, a movie ahead

Who wants to read about lack of angst?

Who needs my words when contentment wraps itself around you

and sighs?

-NSA, 11/11/2017



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