By Bruce Gunther
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Exudes confidence.
Exhales dust and ennui.
Lets weeds grow.
Stifles the urge to put
one word in front of
the other until I make it.
Convinces me that reading
one more page of a book
that bores me is healthy
for my brain.
Asks me why I deny
my hunger when
the cupboard beckons
with its salty snacks.
Helps me to decide
that another five minutes
of monitoring my turbocharged
monkey mind is the real game.
Tells me that my timeline
is an eternity when my
real age rounds the last turn
and staggers down the homestretch.
But tomorrow –
tomorrow I will
conquer worlds slightly
bigger than pine cones
and call it good enough.
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