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Everything is waking up
The world is singing
Coffee poured in a cup
I step outside
My neighbor smokes
Every morning
I try to meditate
The cigarette is gone
In a minute
I am all alone
Surrounded by birdsong
I open and close
The eyes
Stare across the street
Sipping coffee
Taking breaths
Holding in
I see something
Yellow
Is it a bird
Or a leaf
So hard to tell
I watch
And wait
Wondering
When it will move
Or if anything is
Ever
What it seems
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