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Sometimes the day just vanishes. Today
Was not that sort of day. I know just where
Every minute went, and that's OK,
Even though I know I ought to care
How long I waited for a bus to come
How long the walk was when the bus was done
How long the other waits became in sum
How long it took me when I had to run
Because despite the way the day went by
And all the blank frustrations it provided
I still know where it went, and I know why,
Which is much better than a day elided
Even when that day is not frustrating -
Paying attention can be quite elating.