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This pace: is it slow?
Or is it normal? How can
I tell? Fifth gear, locked

There is space today
To think, construct, make a list
Six things, cross them off

The birdsong woke me
At five-thirty; I stayed up
A full day: awake

Some days are harder
–harder than they need to be
Days string together

But some days are soft
Or not soft, but normal. Is
it normal? This pace?

I hope so.

With Love,
Natalie