of the routine was gone.
Coffee was still made, shower still taken,
breakfast still made with care.
There was no rush out the door
wearing coat, scarf, and hat,
to get to work on time.
There was no cold walk from car
to the staff lounge and the time clock.
Instead, lazing about, observing the snow,
eating scrambled eggs made with
a little bit of butter and milk
whisked in to make them into
edible yellow puffs of clouds.
So much needless rush.
What is the alternative,
people ask. Anything we wish
if we had the conviction
of unrelenting time.
Snow has melted
though some still remains.
How long will the line hold?
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