Miracles

I have become bored
of miracles
miracles of the butterfly
on the leaf
of the breeze that moves
of the cat that stares
of the bird that sings
all miracles

Totally bored

I see them every
day, in the garden
out the door
going to work
the snails that crawl
the fish that swim

miracles all the time
these miracles of
the flowers
that grow and the grass
on the lawn
miracles, all fuckin’ miracles

bloody everywhere
there meant
to be special
important

Forever

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