Latte done, now what.  10:27, and already.  Time isn’t stopping and neither is this writer.

This is enlivening in a strange way.  One getting my attention and provoking more self-study, objective consideration of all areas be it education, wine writing, running and health, fitness, journaling… the Relationships course idea I had the other day.  I have two weeks….  Nothing piercing my mood.

NOTHING.

…

A Want When

Whenever I say

Note it and form sped

Voices in their heads, saying times and that they know

Good for you, nothing shadowing or slowing

ME

Put that in your dossier

I want more storms, push them ashore here, so welcome

Faulty and drooping swords, jester pigeons

Popcorn and seat ready

Curtain, and they storm from light

Why, they penned this in a square

No ask, no need, I have the recipe

They wrote it for me

Whispered in tar, sizable blather

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Poetry about me this morning.  Slowing down a bit, taking my time, reaching out to vendors and partners.  There’s no rush, I remind myself.  The structure is being built.

No negatives.  NONE.