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today I have nothing to do
but breathe and be
it’s the way it is with you: subterfuge
leaves the building, windows ajar,
doors too, breeze
comes through clean as a whistle
floorboards to lid, wall to wall
dustless baseboards
nothing covered
nothing hid
our life plays without script,
unfolding as it is, prairie wide
sierra high
miles off each peak clear
without mist, without
mendacious atmosphere
…… a veritas fest!
with you the jangled stuff
that sets the world on edge
has come to rest
.
by Jim Culleny
6/29/13
Blink 