it’s a good day

i stared myself down.
sometimes it’s like that.
cream of the crop.
a pine tree dying
high on a hill
or in a valley low.
i am a believer in
religious medication.
heaven is the horizon
a city block away.
i walk there sometimes
but get distracted.
blessed by blooms
left by tempest rain.
i practice my intentions.
sorry for what i didn’t do.
my dogs run free,
my fortune is my love.
all inside my evil eye.

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