mundane

rare

is the moment 

sit

and stare

white crescent moon 

smiles

sunny blue sky

the whole world melts away 

it’s just 

moon and me 

sitting

in front of a closed window

sweating

the heat of summer 

Detroit

I see 

backyard

cracked concrete

dead grass 

green trees 

peeling paint 

old house

rotting wood 

time stands still 

when was the last time 

you stared 

at something 

mundane 

not beautiful 

not spectacular 

not complex 

new or old 

mundane 

the stuff of daily life 

you don’t see 

on phone screens or Netflix 

billboards or ads 

no glossy filters 

no exoticism 

no morbid fascination 

no pity 

just there 

bliss of

quiet mind 

you’re alive 

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