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Feb. 19th, 2025

Tangled limbs upon the floor
Bend and stretch and bend some more.
Breathing deep, breathing slow,
Seeking somehow peace to know.

Tangled drawings, Tangled zen,
Somehow I begin again,
Draw and stretch and seek to find,
Mindfulness,
And ties that bind.

Snow day,
Means
Work and scrub,
And listen and clean.

And listen, and listen
Sometimes,
A sad part of autism
Is an extrovert
Who turns everyone off,
But never seems to understand why.

So I listen.
Someone needs to.