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On Hold

There are eight callers ahead of me

The voice tells me again

I tell myself to take a breath

Attempt to count to ten

I wait and pace and wait and pace

My right ear’s getting hot

They say my call’s important

But it’s very clearly not

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Seed Catalogues

It’s time to shop for seeds to start

In little fuzzy squares

Time to sift through sock drawers

Sort those lone socks into pairs

Time to check your smoke alarms

And see if they’re expired

Time to sit down on the couch

And let yourself be tired

Time to work and rest and write

And map out who you’ll be

Choose how you will live your life

In twenty-twenty-three

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Bedtime Tactics

At ten pm, she has an urge

To scrub the bathroom sink

Then she wants to eat an apple

And she wants some milk to drink

Then she has to use the potty

But through her plans I see

This kid’s never been a mama

But this mama once was three

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Of Spoons and Floors

Sarah flings her spoon

And sweet potatoes on the floor

But I have a younger brother

And I’ve seen this game before

My husband washes off the spoon

Gives it back, and then

I watch in mock surprise

As that spoon hits the floor again