It’s your attitude that I am drawn to –
you wear your beauty lightly,
a mantle to keep off a draft, nothing more.
No mirrors grace your walls;
instead, you look up,
out;
contentment hangs like a visceral Presence
as you breathe the air of Joy.
This attitude of Gratitude
for sun, breeze, rain,
pleasures to behold and be held,
holds me captive in the Now
and I feel a tiny block of
bitter ice
melting in your gaze…

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