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For twenty-five hours
Booker gave voice to our thoughts
Hope actions follow

Swirling words collide
Left pieces with nicked edges
We smooth out with pens

The day clawed back time
Whispering “just do nothing”
How could we refuse?

My mesh friend network
Connect through texts, drinks, visits
Feeling bubble wrapped

My haiku cat passed
Her brother tries to help out
He claims the keyboard                                

The quiet house screams
Missing the cat’s mulish voice
The reset begins

My feline bestie
Forever attached to me
A tear-soaked goodbye

I hauled books, tech, pens
Waiting for mom’s surgery
Spun in the downtime

Trip to mom and dad’s
I over and under-packed
They show no surprise

The kid’s spring break ends
Life quiets, and naps follow
We brace for the week