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A week’s worth of a day
Open air and cadence
Sweet nothings and coffee
Cleaning, preparing, going. . .
Arriving in hurried conversation
Check the boxes
Make the orders, give
The unexpected, crushing blow
An injury, a promised filing
Tears in the hallway
Cuttings on the floor
But you must move forward
Leaving at last
Light streaming
The cows making dinner
For a beloved companion
Then the screen
Recalling countless words
Which make no sounds
But fill me weary
A usual consequence
Of time compressed,
Jammed, stomped from
One week, into one day.
Lord help us all.
3/7/26
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