There’s a restful peace in his days.
To him, this planet seems to swirl
through space in slow motion.
Rainstorms wash the trees with patience,
and school buses bring the kids
safely to the doors without haste.
Even the shift in his Civic
slides back and forth beneath his fingers
in a leisurely manner,
and the sentences in books he reads
pass into his mind
like cows coming quietly to the barn.
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