poem of the day September 7 

A thousand dreams

begin the road

of things we walk

but do not see 

or complete 

to a finished end

Things persevere 

but people don't

We start and stop

We stop and start

This difficulty

of mastery

drags the soul

to abandon goals

for a few easy 

new steps to ride

Where once again

in good seats

well worn by the

perseverance of things 

We begin anew

to use old wings