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on a good day

when I get home from work

the sun has not set all the way

and light still comes in

there is some bread

in the silver breadbox

some homemade jam

and water in the kettle

the heat is working well

i can take off my wool socks

put on an old record

slow dance to my desk

on a good day

you might be in any

number of places

in the mood to talk

if not, I can still smile

I understand that too

so I find the words

you leave behind

I read them slowly

with tea and toast

listening to an old record

as the light dims

it's slow dance enough,

for a night like this