Happiness

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 A man and a woman lie on a white bed.
It is morning.
I think Soon they will waken.
On the bedside table is a vase of lilies; sunlight pools in their throats.
I watch him turn to her as though to speak her name but silently, deep in her mouth-- At the window ledge, once, twice, a bird calls.
And then she stirs; her body fills with his breath.
I open my eyes; you are watching me.
Almost over this room the sun is gliding.
Look at your face, you say, holding your own close to me to make a mirror.
How calm you are.
And the burning wheel passes gently over us.

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