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Late sushi dinner
Then snuck time with the kid’s friends
With homework looming

Let’s try this again
One more round of what we do
Tap dance with a crowd

Our night at Top Golf
This golf novice learns to swing
My group just accepts

A/C is back on
While leaves drift through summer air
Looks fall, feels July

A stagnant highway
For nearly an hour, I wait
That was the first mile

I escaped work’s spell
Packed my bag and hit the road
Parent time can quell

While work texts blew up
I watched Waiting for Godot
Then wait for replies

Clicked the last “Submit”
The next grad school group must chill
Her pens need a break

My pen is a pin
The blank page is the donkey
Blindfolded, I try