hello, Sunday

Drinking a cup of Dark Magic decaf before heading to chamber choir warmup, and rereading Ross Gay's Overheard, which includes the lines...

. . . I was slow to look at him
because I've learned to close my ears
against the voices of passersby, which is easier than closing
them to my own mind,
and although he said it I did not hear it
until he said it a second or third time
but he did, he said It's a beautiful day and something
in the way he pointed to the sun unfolding
between two oaks overhanging a basketball court
on 10th Street made me, too
catch hold of that light . . .

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