because I saw the opossum
improbably trotting across the road
and thought first of Piglet then parents
children helpless things all those
waiting-watching-waiting for loved ones
to come back and in that slow-flash
you hit your brakes swerved behind me
(is it raining out there? it’s raining here too)
waking not anger sadness superiority but
neither mere impatience
with your impatience
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Graceful Press Poetry 
Yes, all that jumbled inside and tumbling out…(K)
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It helps to let it spill out and then get a better look at it. I think.
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I liked all those thoughts that flashed through your head, and the impatience of the impatient. 🙂
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Thank you. There is such a hustle and bustle ALWAYS where I live. Everyone in a hurry. Maybe that’s true everywhere? Thank goodness for yoga.
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There’s not so much hustle and bustle in my house since it’s just my husband and me here now, and he’s retired (though he still works part-time). I do have a book manuscript due in a couple of weeks though–and it’s not near being completed yet, so there will be lots of hustling and bustling (mostly in my brain) going on here. 🙂
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Good luck! It will be amazing, I’m sure.
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I read this thinking of Manchester and the children who won’t come home. That tumble of fear is captured well.
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It was definitely in my mind, as well. Thank you.
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And yet not everyone makes that connection. That’s what makes people frightening.
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I know crawling in a hole and ignoring the world won’t make things better, but it’s very tempting…
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Those holes are getting very hard to find. I know. I’ve looked.
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