A love of life

It is as though I have an eye.
For all the flowers in the streets.
For ordinary affairs that
disappear in the deep pool.
Whatever comes to the eye.
I leave it be.
And when it is complete
and altogether done.
I move on.
Where else do you
expect to find it?


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