From the Balcony
Distant noises in the morning
Distant morning spread its flair
Got no learning from the yearning
Boys are riding boards out there
Something metal knocks on metal
Birds are flapping down and up
I take off the whistling kettle
For the instant coffee cup
Comes a rare span of silence
And among the flowers I
Sit and gaze at floating islands,
Formless islands in the sky.
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