Keep Going
Coffee, Hot, Black, Cream and sugar. I explain to her that It is "OK" I know that fleeting thoughts of old dreams make melancholy the otherwise pervasive spirit. It Matters not what other's done or what I Did not. We are not hungry, no, quite the opposite… We are so well fed that we should burst with the energy to reel in the sun. "You see, I've realized something" Though longing makes for great sounding poetry, my real meaning is derived from real work. No, not the farm; Citizen poet Makar of webs, pictures words, words for words, we have so much language we can't contain it awaiting on shelves for our pronunciation if only we can understand… "Want to go to the library?"
10/24/19