There are exotic places I’ve been
There are exotic places I dream of
in my cubicle at work
And there is the beauty outside my front door
It makes my 2.5 days of available Paid Time Off
bearable
Twilight’s blue sky
two stars I make wishes to
A spring breeze
carrying live Saturday night
music to my ears
keeping all but one mosquito
away
Palm trees like I dreamed of in
childhood
swaying right before my eyes
The smell of a charcoal grill
and something I would probably
not eat
wafting deliciously in the wind
The Magnolia tree
the flowers flitting so
intoxicatingly
waiting to be plucked
illegally
Norfolk Pine fingers
dancing in twilight wind
A storm miles away
it can’t touch me
but I see the lightning
as if it were touching my skin
I breathe in this night
I breathe in this beauty
There is hope in this world
and I can feel it from
within.
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