Still working with limits. The office holds nap space for me as well, which in turn allows space for more to happen here. I never really know what's next.
The children are gone.
My head has cleared
For the next client.
The bent pine out my window,
Framed by glass,
Holds the snow.
My office holds the echo
Of children
Gone home.
Today holds someone new
She will arrive through the snow
To add to the mosaic
The office is building.
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