November 24

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This morning’s out of spoons,
as I didn’t start the dishes,

the lump of laundry
a culpable presence–

I can hear geese squawk
as they fly overhead, late,

a less mundane reminder
that time flies too fast,

even on self-indulgently
dull mornings.

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