False start
I had a plan
and a map
all laid out
made it out
of the gate beaming
stumbled
at the next step
two poems I drafted
on the long drive back,
none finished. What a joke
whispered the exchequer
Aimeless, I stare
past the screen.
Ruthless ,I cancel
the spin, shut it
down in a clap.
Give in to the depth,
the cot calls.
Pearls of joy,
a full day’s harvest
tuck me in before
I can ever start counting.
One day. No harm in
skipping just this one.
Two and three stand
laughing as I welcome
old men returning.
Feel the treasure
in the safe
embrace. Moments
dropped will beg a recount.
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It’s okay; keep going! <3
you got this!