Lot, hidden
Pours, promise self
a trip to Peru, at
Some point–
Just jumbled.
My son still awake, why my motor
Runs still. Want to be still, asleep,
But I’m very much running.
Tomorrow, another cafe visit, I’m
Thinking. Depends.
On what?
The weather, what else, all of it. The
If of it all. Endangered, my patience–
Or maybe extinct, another condor.

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