We sit here with our paper crowns,
speaking quietly to each other,
turning right and turning left,
stopping occasionally,
reacting,
remembering,
lost in a wonder that includes everything -
the delicious light as it comes through the window,
the endless day that is passing,
the noble company around us,
the sad idea that makes us laugh
at ourselves,
here, with our paper crowns.
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