Sunday, May 31, 2015

poem of the day May 31


I am going to be calling
out procrastination
while I’m on the run
doing nothing
to help begin sailing
my boat to destinations unknown
It is just too hard
to start moving
on your own
Especially when the angle of the sun
gets in your eyes
But then I think
perhaps the waiting
is the real torture of
exquisite fun

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