i love the moon, staring at you when you have no one else to look at
a summer wind caressing every curve of your body, upon a gleaming body of water,
glistening every ray of light it touches, moving so effortlessly.
a cigarette, after hours of tough loving work, a coke,
seeing a child's face brighten, the people walking by,
a smile, a laugh, a kiss. the sun setting or rising.
a beautiful jazz rip from miles davis, the shade of the trees,
a cold boston night, knowing anywhere than where i'm standing will be warmer.
a beer, some wine, a joint, poisons i've picked.
whispers, laughter, people.
the occasional conversation with a complete stranger.
the wisdom of my mother.
some steps to sit on, a venue to watch humanity,
to read a book, to engage in civilization,
to be wrong, to be right, to be human.
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