I reach for the pause button. Hold. Stop. Disengage.
Everything, somewhere, is being thought.
Looks like rain.
When did it happen?
Can’t stand wearing ties.
Just smile.
He’ll be home soon.
Too much to do.
Make the day stop.
I love the dawn.
Everything, somewhere, is happening.
A tapestry of moments,
A ball in mid air
A dog about to catch it,
A flock of pigeons
preparing to flee,
A tree bending in the wind
Its leaves caught and twisted,
A finger about to press a key and complete his vers
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