I live alone and yet

how wonderful it is

to never have enough

chairs or coasters,

plates or forks.

Just yesterday

someone else made me

a cup of tea.

Sometimes, I look

through my kitchen window

to see my dog playing chase.

For so long I wondered

how people saw pictures in clouds,

and then I looked up.

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