Michael’s Forest

I watch petals fall
from dying flowers,

I watch my cat yawn
and stretch

I watch traffic
and vendors clamouring
on my verandah

I watch the mail man
leave my neighbour letters
(secrets and shame)

I watch rain fall on
cloudy days,
I allow my hands to feel the sting

I never watch television,
I don’t want artifice

I want to examine life instead
I long for it,
it is beautiful.

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