lonely pieces of scrap paper

03/30/2022 0 By BuddyCushman

Old wild poet

Stumbling the day away.

Bridges form everywhere.

Hidden routes winking,


Inviting me in

To a secret Tuesday.


By 8:45 this morning I’d already had 10,000 thoughts. Some weren’t bad. Few weren’t crazy.

Here’s one – What encourages? Now there’s a question from, say, this new mind’s order. Like which song to post, cause there’s gonna be at least one, if not 750.

Pssst – It was The Four Tops.