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There were a thousand things I could have done today,
but all I did was sit at my window and watch
the storms move past.
Instead of doing my laundry
I watched the wind rip the blossoms
from the tree across the road
forcing it into full green.
Instead of cleaning house or reading a book
I stood out on the deck to better see,
forgetting to close the door behind me,
getting everything very wet.
If I closed the window and turned my back
I could have finished my taxes, or written about war and injustice
but all I did was look at the sky
and listen to the thunder.
