(In response to Jean Young Smith's "Costing Nothing.")
There are times, too, when the moon
is shrouded in the light and smog
and the buzz and whir of traffic
and urban hubbub
puff into my open window, like exhaust
and cannabis, bringing me
great peace. Falling to sleep
comfortably,
I am thankful, too, for these things
that cost nothing.
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