classical

so im sitting here listening to chopin's nocturne no.2
nestled into the blue office chair inside my house, comfortable
with a glance outside, i see moving clouds

reminds me that autumn is coming
i stand outside at work on a busy street of toronto named dufferin
i find a nice spot under a tree on a rich green lawn. no dog poop here, kids
young'ins stand on their porches watching the construction workers hard at work.
grandparents sit on the porch chairs watching the fruit of their children's loins
"bang clank thump" goes the flying debris.
yet through the destruction, there is calm.
the gentle breeze runs by my face as the sun gets momentarily covered by the moving clouds above
what? a god moment while i'm at work?
another gentle breeze floats by
was it the traffic flying by? no, i'd be feeling the wind all day
was it the construction man's downwind release of natural gases? no, it smelled calm
yes, the breeze can smell calm. open your noses next time

what's up? what brings you to me during work?
stupid dru, why are the kids watching the construction workers?
why are the granparents watching their grandchildren?

my notebook and measuring tape fall neatly beside me
my head gently sways back and forth as i lie down
ah. i see..
i love spending time with you too.

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