My sight is angled diagonally upward.
Behind the figure of a man,
shines an utter contention
in the glare
of sunlight from high above my eyes.
The figure says with a smile
and a book in hand,
"Would this be a good place to read?"
The atmosphere feels so still
like it is a moment to let seep
deep
in the existence
I know as mine.
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