A time for solace

The insides of your clothes are wet
from the outside.

Unbuttoned from your routines
you are free,
away from the familiar theatre, 
to appreciate those things which
escape your everyday performances.

Is it that you have disposed of 
or merely forgotten beauty?

Here, on this balcony, on this lounger,
in this foreign situation,
you notice how you can experience
through all of the senses in your possession.

And some of those you didn’t even know existed
in you, or anyone else, frankly.


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