Frayed Fix

A little frayed on Friday afternoon,
unraveling a bit, and at loose ends,
unable to relax or to commune
with indignation from my kids and friends,
I forced myself to walk five blocks, and soon
recovered equanimity. The blends
of breeze on quiet gardens soft-erased
unease, reminding me that mood’s a waste.

(Ottava Rima)

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