it's the soft robe
after a hot bath in
the morning.
what bothered you
before
is vague now.
hardly worth mentioning,
or bringing up
in words,
or voice.
you move
about the day,
the rain filled day,
with coffee in hand.
the paper,
and books.
you go sit by the window
where the grey
light pours in.
it's a wonderful day
when ambivalence
sets in.
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