lonely pieces of scrap paper
Old wild poet
Stumbling the day away.
Bridges form everywhere.
Hidden routes winking,
Blinking,
Inviting me in
To a secret Tuesday.
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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.