The day begins by shouting and knocking
at the wooden door that separates out from in.
It’s grey out, but quiet, and the temperature
is still and quiet also, matching the sky’s hue.
She’s very tired, dizzy and upset from evening’s end,
and empty egg cartons, and bruised fruits.
The day continues to vibrate, poking along
at a steady pace, reminding her of patterns.
She experiences many emotions, pulling at her
face that is still caked with exhaustion and calm.
Instead of normal music and focus on lists of chores,
balance is achieved by plastic blocks and silent peace.
The day intends to end with subtlety and class,
leaving behind crumbs of memory that invite warmth.
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