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点击复制A second slips from the clock
a skylight opens in routine
I set my worry there to dry
sun combing through its tangles
Calendar bricks stack strict
yet mint grows in their cracks
Air learns a greener vowel
and errands hum in tune
Answers fall to the quiet
like pears to the patient hand
Cicadas hold the silence steady
so living can be written
Clouds travel at their own mercy;
nobody writes them tickets
I learn to be late to panic
and on time for myself