standing under the tree
on a sunny day

marveling marble-like pattern
on the freshly brewed coffee

feeling the first warm wind
after a long winter

listening to the performance
of someone gone before I was born

touching your stubborn bristle
you call hair

oh how many things we call
simple pleasures

and how difficult is
just to enjoy them
and the rest
to forget or forgive

IRiz May 2017
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