I thought it was a holiday

The kid stayed home from school.

I slept in, dreamt of Le Tai.

The air sweet dark and cool.

I’ve been unusually happy.

I have returned to work.

The poverty is kept at bay.

Maybe the reason for the smirk.

We are somewhere on the home stretch.

The horizon I almost see.

In the affairs of God and man.

There’s this struggle to be free.