“It is a great day to be alive,” I tell myself.
Warm day in the middle of NovemberSun friendly and kind.
I take pleasure in my errands
Walking to stores and library
Listening as an old man tells the postman
sad stories about World War II,
The postman healing his spirit with attention.
I do not doubt there is love in the world today.
Watching paired Lhasa ApsosPull on their leashes
A cat rolls on her back in the grass a block away
Birds feast on seed left in a yet uncleaned rain gutter.
This is the type of day
I want to fold in an envelope
And send to a distraught friend.
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