I can think of many things

I would consider exquisite.

like the way the body bends


and creaks

when you wake up.

like the way my niece and I

run around

and she says “again!!”

in her foreign-sounding

two year old voice.

like the way

my mother loves.

like the way the rain falls

and the sun shines

at the same time.

like the buzz of the city

at night

pulling you out of bed

to rest your head on your windowsill.

I can think of many things

I would consider exquisite

and my hope is to find more.


This poem is about: 
My family
My community
Our world
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