The list.

But there,
behind the curtains,
dawns a new day.
Rosy pink, luminous,
innocent.
Sweet as a new breath can be.
What is past is past.
It all begins again.

From here.

My fingers reach
for that list.
Yes, the one that proclaims
‘To do’.

But no!
Leave it be!

I have things to do you see.

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