who isn't busy, I tell
her on the phone. who doesn't
have a thousand
things to do,
places to be.
who isn't driving the kids
to school,
taking the dog in,
waiting for the plumber,
the maid,
late for work again.
who isn't in a hurry?
you, she says.
you seem to be past all
of that.
true, I say. true.
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