it's nice to be alone.
to be quiet
on the couch, no
one near that needs
a drink,
or something to eat.
no one asking what
shall we do now. it's nice
to do nothing,
but look out at the rain,
at the woods,
the sweeping silver
of the stream.
it's nice to be home
in the quiet, alone,
at least for now,
but these things
have a tendency to change.
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