early this morning
before my walk
i go up the house and
stay for a while at the veranda
overlooking a garden
of anthuriums and
mahogany trees
i take some long breaths
feeling my lungs with
fresh air
i stretch my arms and legs
and breathe some more
i put some numbers of this
inhale and exhale
cycles
and then
last night's storm inside my head
is fully
overtaken
i tell myself
i'll make this day
perfect.
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