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I just got a called from my sister today.
She said, hello. “How are you doing?
I cleared my throat a bit and turned on my happy voice.
For a moment I imagined myself being in the executive seat
  turning my chair around slowly to greet my client.

I kept the conversation flowing, until my daughter’s dog came into the room. so I pretend he was my assistant coming to fix my coffee machine.
I had to let my mind take me to this place called calmness and most of the time this kind of diversion actually works for me

How I am, or who I think I am, my perfectly poised frame of mind at that given moment,
my wants , my island family needs, makes me want to write an unfriendly family poem

Without leaving any stone unturned.
Apu used to tell me,
as storms would haunt the night,
that the lightning was from God's camera
taking a picture of all that He treasured
The thunder was the rolling film
ready for another capture
And the rain was from the angels
crying at how beautiful His creation was
…and still is
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