The New Job

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Transitioning to new devices, shook
and catalyzed by this environment,
I’m modulating since I undertook
a two-day pull from my retirement.

Now I commute an unfamiliar route,
and stay where I don’t live, and spend the day
with novelty. I could instead be mute
at home and learn to nap, or get away
to travel (funds permitting), take a class,
discover that I really like to weed.

But that’s not how I want my time to pass –
renewal shows its shape with infant need.
Two days a week are what I give. They form
in atmosphere that makes my spirit warm.

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