Title: “Retirement”
Today, what?
Cards and gifts, but the honorees
are already gone.
Cleaning out papers, and
handing over keys.
I’m not ready yet.
Probably should send some emails,
personal and professional.
There is paralysis because
my choices are infinite,
and today filters itself
through each choice, each
possibility, until there’s
no time left, and nothing’s
done, except the card and
gifts and no one to
give them to.
