Saw almost no-one this weekend

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Saw almost no-one this weekend,
which kept my mind clean,
the more I leave people out,
the closer to something I am.
I looked attentively at the sky,
at ‘You’ in it,
a smile
must have played on my lips,
I did nothing to stop thinking of you,
to play my versions of Chopin nokturns.
The magnolia tree
was left in my fingerprints,
on my knees
I was listening to the sermon
of late morning’s happiness –
the soft orchestra of the leaves,
twisted my eye into the pink
elegy of spring,
I felt like a sunday painter
on Mars.