Maybe it’s full of little feet
Or a cluttered desk beside the paints
Or the podcast commute
And Wendy’s on Wednesdays.
Maybe it’s full of bicycle spokes
Or killing spiders in the basement
Or eating cookies on a friend’s couch,
And scheduling the next date in your phone.
Maybe it’s full of college ruled notebooks
Or cold waiting rooms
Or cut hair on the floor
And Friday night street fairs.
Whatever it is,
Don’t forget to be there.
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