social day of planning
and deadlines, making
way for no-clue tourists
on the road

brief interlude of quiet
and praise: sandstone,
candles - we are
all metamorphosed
by time

it was a sieve of
sun and breeze, warm
free day of coffee,
companions, and unusual
things done, at my ease

my heart is singing
I could not be
more well, better,
in this place
putting down my load

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