Day 622 March 16, 2022

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Today 

The light through the office window, 
the blue ultraviolet film tints everything. 
The geese flying through the sky, 
the woman jogging in black leggings, 
the shirtless skateboarder, 
the car driving by with panel shaking bass. 

Today there were flowers and a meandering walk. 
Today there was so much uncertainty. 
I’ll leave it at that, 
because today was hard. 

Today was beautiful and hard.



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