But, sitting here, sipping wine, gazing out
At the Ocean
I forget the briefcase by my chair, forget
The laptop, just for awhile. Just forget.
Music of whales is playing, a new CD,
Cinnamon incense spirals upwards.
Manx cat curled in my lap, making that
Strange cat snore.
I am really home. This place, this magic
Time is mine.
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