At My Leisure
a blank page
when I awaken
and walk barefoot
across the carpet
and when I embrace
the song of nothingness
it wants more
a cool breeze through the window breathes new life
onto the page in front of me
and the sun peaks through the window
as I sit at my laptop
and slide my feet under the desk
I love my muse and learn to let go
the moment when I follow the path
where inspiration leads
(folding mirror poem)
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