Need to do more
Edit-as-I-go.
Still haven’t published the
1600 words in cue. My fault?
Yes. But this Morning–
Something different about
Me.
Quicker. Strolling sword.
Book still galloping through
percepts. Fenced in comfortable
angst. Love. Like wine breathing
On non cluttered table.
Sitting in game’s field. Play if I
Want. May just bask idle ideation.

(5/25/13)