Another morning on
its way
Already feeling post
meridian
Carriage-faces coach
or train
Expressionless
quotidian
‘A to B’ my journey
route
I park my quark
still half awake
Not yet in the
scheme of things
A feckless wish for
‘Heavens Sake’
Below my surface I’m
an optimist
Putting steel in my
prevail
As my list keeps me
together
Moving air back in
my sail
My inclination is
returning
With destination
looming large
Keyed up I loosely adumbrate
Convinced again that
I’m in charge
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