I don’t know what is colder,
the winter shards of wind piercing through my window
or the acute awareness of ingratitude within myself.
Bizarre how life daily strips the things one loves,
and yet the lesson is never learned.
The old fisherman that breaks his line and loses his fish
complains about the mango back home.
The sweat of summertime is overwhelming,
yet here I am, lamenting the cold.
Disharmony
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