Finishing a 16-line verse, the first in months. Think the last I wrote was at the Peet’s in Sonoma, WEEKS AGO.
Change that. More music.. more poetry.. poems a day, no matter length or if it rhymes.
Idea after idea… poem after poem, conversation then another…. The day’s love speaks to me and directs only more forward direction. “The positive pulse and music of the day is always there for you to connect with.”, I just wrote to self. And I believe it, fully, not just phony affirmation.
Latte, I thank you as well. All three shots.