The sun today is brighter than it's been all year,
pouring from the left over my neighbour's roof.
The birds chatter like crowds at an opera intermission.
Men slam car boots. Wind flutters through their uncombed hair.
I won't do anything today except shop for wine,
then lay back and dream awake all afternoon
like the dust motes floating in these streams of light.
~Bruce
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