at a psychic crossroads
The temps are cooler and the sky gray
I wait for nothing
yet remain filled with anticipation
wondering about the geometry of pain
and how that fills the area
consigned to it
my brother, my dearest friend
and his cousin
cancer victims all
I track their symptoms
and treatment progress
all hostages to uncertainty
and exhaustion
for the time being
my workplace attentions are gone
the plights of the perpetually troubled
no longer are tied to my plights
and once uncoupled
disconcertingly easy
to step away from
at last
Onward to Art
and land use planning
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