so, on most of the days
you teach literature
and you said you love it
you never worked
at all,
and then on some peculiar days
you spend your body
spread on a much
needed solitude
that boulevard,
there are days you go
brisk on
a real estate business
you've got to make money sometimes
lest you can't survive
these harsh times,
and then you are back to what
you are
a poetess mixing time
taxes, teaching, real properties
solitude
sitting on a chair facing the sea
scribbling
reminiscing
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