It must be noted (shocking as it is)
despite events of yesterday, that yet
the sun still rose today; a robin sang,
perched on a maple branch; a squirrel tried
to raid another’s stash; a finch scrounged seed;
my cat demanded filling of his bowl;
the Rockies reared their snow-white heads to God;
and I arose, like any other day–
donned clothes, ate food, and read the morning news;
then hurried off to work, came home, read late,
then slept as if this day was just the same
as yesterday, before our lives were changed,
and all would never be the same again.


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