Circling my heart
I don't mean it sadly, I just mean it.
The earth outside is so gorgeous
but too hot to step into. Florida, August.
I am circling my heart like a dog
ready to trap its prey. I keep
hearing these beautiful bird calls
& the sunlight through the window,
beautiful, & the trees through
the sunlight through the window,
beautiful too, but I am here inside.
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