it's that simple

Are the new feelings
just like the old feelings?

My legs tired
from sitting
staring
my hands busy
not feeling
what wood or air
means

because it’s not
nothing
beyond

it’s near
out the back door
birds hopping trees
absolutely identifiable
and me
swapping selves
not knowing.

But I smell it now
beyond anyone’s claim
into the time’s now
coming to pass.

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