the only living place

this present day
wants to be unwrapped
there are no others
no past but dreams
fog and cloud
no future but blinding sun
there is only now
my rested breath
these green leaves
a smell of wet and cut
there is this coffee
in the shade of the wall
beneath the canopy
forever now and always
across from smiling grace
this lazy locale is summer
the centre of it all
the only living place
a reality in my fiction

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