breathe
the poster on my wall proclaims,
echoing the urgings of my
almost-finished, almost-private office
breathe
sing mandolin and guitar
as they hang, silently,
on the opposite wall
breathe
reminds the rain as it
rivulets down the
windowpanes
breathe,
this Easter,
and be filled with
divine breath
trying to pay attention to what's going on in the world around me
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