tender

cartoon of Don by Jeanne

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These days I have a tender Don
He looks up toward me, trustingly.

Defenses quieted.
Useless against my letting go
Of obsessive control.

The lady with the hammer
has been replaced.
Now the matriarch nods

At foraging
schedules
eating oysters from a can.

Procrastination
reset
to jive with energy surge.

No more push and pull;
toggle switch
to switch tracks

move from sound to image
desk top to mobile
human to divine.