A short poem about the Joy of existence
Stepping out the door I am greeted by Orion
Ever vigilant in the sky
The warmth of this November morning
Reminiscent of July
My dogs, they bark at phantoms
Excluded from human sight
Piercing the silence of our street
Bathed in fluorescent light
The world spreads out before me
Li…
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