After A Night Of Being Sick

I sit on the grass,
cross-leged and shirtless,
in the sunshine.

I see a honeybee,
hovering over a flower.

My body waves
with the melody of the music
in my ears.

Pigeons wait patiently
for crums.

Trees that shed their skin
sway overhead.

Thank you for last night.
Now, each breath tastes sweeter.

The Morning After Sickness

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