not enough or
was it all too much and
the emptiness meant you were just
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Without agenda, another cold day slips by,
in food and sleep and little chores, in tussling
the boy to the floor. The house moves in sighs,
a tiny capsule on a small planet in a strange time.
The year moves in an endless round ring.
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one stretch to wrench
a new, more painful shape
to the day; years to relearn good
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