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pandemic work day

Here’s another one
Beginning in the dark after
Not enough sleep worrying
Worry worry endless loops of worry
Until the letters lose all meaning

And then sunrise on frost-covered hills
turns the trees soft pink. And then someone makes
you laugh. And then a surly teenager unsurls
and grins, says, I have never been as excited
about a book as this one. And then another
one, this one an amateur annoyer, says,
Have you read this? I stayed up till 2 a.m. to
finish and now I need to find somebody
who read it too. I need to talk about this
And this, this is all before lunch.

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