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Choices

River Dart Swimming Pool - with added feet!!

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Morning brings two choices
Run
Not run
Opening the front door, a wall of heat bumps my face
Steals my breath, like opening the oven door to check a cake
I inhale the scent of parched grass and baking leaves
I ponder that pain in my hip, the throb in my big toe
At my feet the dog pants, wags his whole body, spins in circles
He doesn’t need a choice
Might as well ask him if he wishes to breathe

The workday brings two choices
Write
Pretend I will get to it in a minute
Opening the word processor is a beating
Doubts slap my face
Fears knuckle my stomach
On a shelf is a fat, hand-typed manuscript, a book I wrote at age 12
Where is the little girl who launched into stories
as eagerly as she jumped from the sizzling planks of a boat dock
into the cool blue of a summer lake

I have two choices
Remain immobile, transfixed by perfectionism
Close my eyes and jump
~Nara

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