Sometimes joy
is such a simple thing
is such a simple thing
a good
book
a cat, purring
on one’s lap
a brilliant
sunset fading to dusk
warm
socks in winter
And
sometimes joy
hides her
face
within
the folds of sorrow
patiently
waiting
her turn
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