comfort in the ordinary

Somedays the everyday,

the banal,

the nothing’s happening here,

is all you need.

In a city,

familiar as your socks,

there is a comfort

in sitting,

coffee and a magazine,

watching the people go by,

nothing special,

nothing to quicken the heart

or the mind,

just going by.

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