Temporary Haven

It's fresh, this tiled place, its peach
and slatted wood breeze my mood,
freshen images which flip through 
the hoops of the morning's circuitous routes.

All those people, all that talk, drift off 
and shoulders sigh and wilt 
into a different kind of commotion
of concentration, a tug of ease 
and emotion, away from its opposite.
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