This is what it looks like
when there is nothing more to do
than to do what I do,
and nothing more to be than this, living.
No one has asked me to do anything differently,
So I watch eat pray love, have a wonderful meal and enjoy being here now.
That’s it.
Memory of being in Italy, voraciously
Memory of being in love
Memory of the challenge of his frustrations and moods.
What a quiet night,
Frogs alone now.
The Cicadas have hummed their own lives into silence.
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