she is sitting
the world doesn't exist
the window is open
warm breeze brings her emptiness
she is breathing
the earth doesn't hold her
the door is shut
warm air carries her blessedness
she is inert
the fields are denuded
the footpath's just disappeared
green leaves blew her conscienceless
she is a lonely girl
there's no nuisance
no real hassle
solely peace in abundance.
Inspired by Dorothy Ashby's tune "Lonely girl"
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