#362: Small Pleasures: A List

Dogs sleeping together.
These birds in the back,
from every bird a different
song. The “who” of that dove.
We’ve never had doves
and now we have a dove.
Squirrels being squirrels.
Animals reclaiming Yosemite,
lions asleep in the streets
in South Africa.
Air that’s good to breathe.
The clerk at the liquor store
who calls everyone sweety,
darling, dear, or honey.
The first sip of a good whiskey.
The way toothpaste
and coffee actually compliment
each other.
Playing catch with the boy.
Watching a show with the boy.
The boy spontaneously helps
around the house,
appears to enjoy my company.
A room of students who get it.
The initial sitting
for meditation, all those minutes
before the feet fall asleep.
Music. Music. Music.
The sense of having written
a kick-ass sentence.
The feeling of
having absolutely nothing
to do.

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