of everyday
is going to bed
in that apartment,
by the window that faces
the courtyard
and looking out
over the jagged buildings, the townhouses, the chimneys, the scattered
lit windows and rustling trees, up to the
never-dark sky and spotting maybe, just
maybe, a star.
It reminds me where I am,
when I have forgotten.
It calms
my troubled soul.)
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