Wednesday, December 27, 2023

Morning fog makes a mystery
of the yard, transforms trees,
blurs the property line and turns
a commute into an adventure.
Knowns hold so many unknowns.
Wednesdays can be Mondays and
Thursdays all at once and seconds
can slip through our fingers like
sandcastles built too close to the
surf, like the sudden swerve
that so quickly crashes and spins,
then stalls, stretching a short trip
into endlessness. Things die when
we say they do. Years don’t need
to end to begin something new.

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love notes
a ritual to start the work week