Sixty Degrees In January
Sixty Degrees In January
Miracle Man
1/11/2022
Inhaling the beauty on a winter day,
drifting chimney smoke fills the airway.
A stirring of the breeze is barely enough,
to sound the chimes with each puff.
I’m searching the positives in my past life,
Seeking only good times, avoiding strife.
Remembering faces whose names I forget,
hopefully not caused by present mindset.
Coffee cup empty and newspaper in fold,
I’m left to wonder what current day holds.
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