Things I wish I could afford:
a pair of wool pants that fit perfectly.
The World As It Is by Chris Hedges.
a place of my own, our own, however small.
a personal trainer.
a minstrel or two to follow me around
and play music
wherever I wander in the city,
especially when crossing bridges.
I'm not sure if this is a poem,
or just my admiration for the music of breaking things
into lines.
Peace and goodnight.
I've had a wonderful and illuminating weekend.
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