Journal, meditation, chiropractor

Today’s sunrise chattered that

its only contribution to life was

my twenty-fifth last day of school.

But history’s sharper whisper

countered with

George Floyd.

One digital hour typing chat box goodbyes

to those retiring

from a career the year that

education

was born into a new, uncertain reality,

three longhand, hand cramped hours

exploring, abhorring, and unsnarling

race

violence

murder

privilege

identity

purpose

humanity.

How do we improve one

to benefit the other?

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