To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work. ― Mary Oliver
Winter light hits different here.
Golden hour now has a margin.
Still, I’ve been here,
or a version of it, before.
As the recent past fades into fragile oscillations, I wait for a new bus
on a new street to and from a new job in a new town.
In the deluge of new slants and in between
breaks of fast-moving clouds,
I too embrace the unpredictable.
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