Exquisite
I can think of many things
I would consider exquisite.
like the way the body bends
cracks
and creaks
when you wake up.
like the way my niece and I
run around
and she says “again!!”
in her foreign-sounding
two year old voice.
like the way
my mother loves.
like the way the rain falls
and the sun shines
at the same time.
like the buzz of the city
at night
pulling you out of bed
to rest your head on your windowsill.
I can think of many things
I would consider exquisite
and my hope is to find more.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
Our world
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