Waves beat the shore into sand,
wheels of clouds darken the day,
not one thing goes as planned.
But a rock ledge offers a chair,
I rest my feet close to the salt spray,
and the cooling breeze lifts my hair.
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blurry or sharp,
clues hide in daily chaos,
but I can’t focus
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As my to-do lists lengthen
and a whale of wrapping awaits,
I’m thankful for a moment
to focus
on asters in autumn.
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