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When I wake
and walk
back into the world
it’s still here
as contradictory as ever.
There’s weather all around—
snow fences rolled up
huge crescents line the field
covered in sunlight yesterday
a sudden snow squall today
And the weather inside —
warm glow of yes, of slowed down,
of thank you,
then a gale of irritation blows through—
the too big puppy leaps into my lap
where he doesn’t fit
and I spill my coffee
and—
Oh, here I am again

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