The Now

This poem is now

not the past

not the future

As I sit listening

πŸŒ‘

Locked in my room

at my desk

dealing with tittle tattle

I hear

πŸŒ‘

Looking at my computer

reading emails

watching messages pop up

Laughter is heard

πŸŒ‘

I stop

listen

become engulfed

in happiness

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