nothing to speak of

when i find myself with nothing to speak of the door to myself opens a little bit and a soft light escapes

i usually walk right past looking for brighter lights and something to say something to do something to explain but occasionally i stop and open the door and go inside

sitting with me here on the table is a latte in a glass and the light reflects off it's side and into my eye

outside there are two balloons dancing in the breeze one orange and one red tied to the tree across the street

i'm waiting for migas with jalapenos to arrive and there is light coming from every side

i'm noticing i'm noticing i'm alive there's light when i close my eyes

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[alejandra]

hiiiii!
so many times, and now, only now, I remeber you wrote me, excuse me, but obviusly, you can take any poem, and doing wherever you want!