The nights are quiet, the days are loud. We don't talk. The schedule we keep is busy. I stay on top of it as best I can, get the paperwork in on time, volunteer in the lunchroom, the classroom. Enjoy and be present until they ween me off the time I get to see them during the day. Over the top, he says. Not well done. Barely enough to maintain, I think. All along, there is conflict, button pushing, strain...enough to snap, and snap over again and then, beyond repair. Broken. It is. Likely over.
The sun set over the tree today and stayed in the middle of a clearing for a few seconds. And then it passed on like these moments. They cannot be tainted. Presence.
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