Watching the blue sky, today I caught myself singing out loud
today and smiled. And
it’s ok. It’s ok. Usually … my usually… is changing.
Usually… isn’t my normal.
Because you’re usual isn’t mine, yet I morph and
watch
you while I
float through the air on the ski lift
and look out and people watch and learn
and slowly but surely make up my mind.
So
usually I might… but now I frequently…
and although they regularly…, I habitually
…
and somehow he generally… now I often…
and we commonly…
and the usuallies ordinarily go
on, for now, together.
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