SF (June 17 1942 / Troy New York)

In The Place Where No One Else Is

In the place where no one else is
I sit alone-
The sun shines on my notebook
I write these lines
So peacefully
So happily-

The morning sun is stronger
Warming me restfully-

I don't have to do this morning
Anything I do not want to do-

These lines flow easily
As if writing and being in inner peace
Were one and the same gift always.

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Brilliant poem, when one comes to that conclusion. They know it's a for sure thing.