1,000 words written at Hood Mountain’s foot–
Beautiful sky, promising.
Coffee, now, before the day extravasates.
Calculator, count what money I’ve left.
Sit outside, taste with people,
and not clock out.
Stapler: staple thinking shut, if I want.
Cup: empty, but I can’t do another, not yet.
Pen: should be using it, rather than typing in this hackneyed phone.
Scissors: cut the day in half, only go to .5…..
Work: pernicious, rhadamanthine; minatory.