To Move to Plan

I woke improved in back but at loose ends.
My early morning path was no more clear
than smoky sky above and murky trends
of culture skirting chaos, hemming fear.
I wanted to depart by 10, from here,
to travel west for toddler play and love.
My exercise to stretch and get in gear
took 30 minutes to produce the shove.


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