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I'd like to learn guitar
and to make pottery
and pet horses
and learn to bake
and go for long hikes
and paint giant canvases.
I'd like to be a mother
and a painter
and a dog owner
a gardener
a friend to many
a listener.
I'd like to be a curator
and an interior designer
and make collages
and learn how to knit.
Some day
I'll learn to dance ballet
and sing opera
and write novels
and make the perfect pot of tea.
But for now, I have to clear out my inbox.
and to make pottery
and pet horses
and learn to bake
and go for long hikes
and paint giant canvases.
I'd like to be a mother
and a painter
and a dog owner
a gardener
a friend to many
a listener.
I'd like to be a curator
and an interior designer
and make collages
and learn how to knit.
Some day
I'll learn to dance ballet
and sing opera
and write novels
and make the perfect pot of tea.
But for now, I have to clear out my inbox.
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A poem about ambitions paused by the pull of daily tasks.
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