like the sky at dawn, silent

What do I want
nothing
to be myself today is enough
a spring afternoon
my doggo is napping in the sun
I'm sleepy too
and just let go
how lovely
--
There is an owl in the park across the street
I never see her
but her soft hoots at sunrise
are as warm as a mother holding her newborn child
sometimes the world is perfect
--
The summer heat in the Sacramento …
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