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Water spilling from the gleaming shower head,
cold, making steam rise from my overheated scalp,
a moment perhaps unrecognized in the rush to work,
but now felt along my spine as an angelic visit.
Or the coffee on the tongue with humus rich aroma
taste of chocolate liquefied into sacramental quaff
chugged down without notice millions of times daily
but on this morning under the sun given hearty welcome.
Butterflies on the climbing bush purple flowered
dance arresting arabesques alighting so gently
could occupy a morning of rapt attention if we
realized the smallest things have bright halos.
The person passed on the street, brushed by,
may be a dancer of kindness or a giver of glee
or a maker of music beyond notes or someone
who would save your life, if you stopped to meet.
