The owner dissed our former temporary boss again, telling him not to bother coming in all next week, one more sign that the owner has something against him.
But just what I can’t say.
Hard to say it has anything to do with her.
Her last poem suggests she is in a temporary bliss and comes at a time when she is entering the wider world of politics.
I got it wrong a few days ago when I stated that RR became the Virgin Mayor’s aide; RR was named deputy mayor, while she was named aide.
But perhaps there’s a shadow hanging over her and RR, since she got a message on her Facebook page yesterday from some old male friend who asked if she remembered him, boasting about his company to her, a bit of bravado that might well attract her.
I keep rereading her poems and have come to the conclusion that she is obsessed with time, a moment to moment-to-moment existence, and the in-betweens that allow her to rest briefly before plunging into yet a new endeavor, brief lulls that allow her to take a deep breath in her constant struggled to survive.
The poem seems to say that she knows that this is a brief reprieve in a life long struggle, and from the usual dull inactivity, a time of reflection when as in some of her other poems, she sometimes doesn’t feel anything at all. Yet she seems to be saying that this is an opportunity to look at her life in a state of peace, even though she expects at any moment to plunge back into the rat race.
She clearly hasn’t made up her mind as to what she intends to do next, perhaps letting fate decide which direction she should go.
But it is clear that once this moment ends, she will start up the whole cycle again, an endless repetition, always bringing her back to where she started.
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