the score in the mist
looks far off,
but once you touch the numbers–
a test can be easy, and still
change your life. the relief
of the finish. when the proctor
nods like a judge,
and the room darkens,
you can leave
knowing it’s over.
and then you sleep.
until the next one.
Well, it looks like I've majorly lapsed on the poem-a-day habit. Not to worry. I'm taking a short break to finish the Balkey story line....
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