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Work Bliss

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There is something beautiful
About feeling the grass
Try to rise beneath you,
Fighting the crush of your body.
I can feel the blood in every part of me–
Close my eyes, focus on toes, tummy,
Fingertips, and be enveloped in a whirlwind.
This is how the earth must feel
That cradles a wild river.
There is rushing inside me
Against the still of my skin.
I am one with the crickets’ voice and far
From the cars yelling in the distance.
The ants don’t bite. The sun is bright but
Does not burn. The sky and I
Have a deep conversation that ends
With me waking from a dream about flying.
Lunch breaks are too short.

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