I chewed it slowly,
tasted and noticed,
fingered the slippery,
slippery, present moment
had a laugh and song,
and several pints.
I’ve wasted hours
scouring the past
for clues of what matters.
The past
should teach,
and let it teach
on the bus or bank queue,
but not here.
Tonight I am happy,
not any more sure of decisions,
just a bit buzzed, less concerned,
and smelling the moment I live in.
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