73: I Say When I’m Excused

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Stand still. Take a breath. Inhale calm. Exhale pain.

(You missed a spot. You missed your stop. You took too long. You didn’t take long enough.)

Still stand. Yes you do. Firm outside. Thoughtful brain.

(A white-knuckle wind knocked down your door. There’s rust on the engine you used to be. You’re not friends with excuses anymore.)

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“Family between Dallas and Austin, Texas. The people have left their home and connections in South Texas, and hope to reach the Arkansas Delta for work in the cotton fields. Penniless people. No food and three gallons of gas in the tank.” Dorthea Lange, 1936