Pleasantly odd, the oddly pleasant
Minor moments of a minor life—
The way morning light across the way,
Ordinary light, ordinary
Morning, not flamboyant cloud morning,
Can catch your eye so you catch your breath,
And you don’t know why, you only know
There’s a small surge of joy, a small surge
Of lowly satisfaction. Lowly
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