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This here is no race

This is a slow afternoon of low light

In the kitchen fixing coffee, stitching some wound

I'll be free of this pressure soon

This is not grieving

This is standing in the rain by choice

The pain of loss that lingers still

Raising a glass half-filled

In bed singing the morning song

Take my hand and just hold it

Keeping what we've been given in view

As we fumble our way through

Somewhere lies a dissonance

There it will remain

I caught a glimpse of how this whole thing breathes

Running my hand through the leaves