Interval

I’m better now the package has been mailed,
with check and forms collated best I could.
Since then the steady worries that assailed,
persistent stress that does no body good,
abated, and the noise in neighborhood
has eased the last few days (but just for now).
Inhaling deeply as my lungs allow,
I sigh an exhalation of relief,
arrange to get a lock repaired, and bow
in gratitude I have no cause for grief.

(Dizain)

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