One day, one poem.
A simple concept for sure.
Very hard to do.
One day, one poem.
A simple concept for sure.
Very hard to do.
Sunday, a long day.
A time to plan for next week.
Known as panic time.
Five hours from Midland
Hard rain pouring from the sky.
Six hours from Midland.
I thought it was Spring
Hospital staff all around
Maybe it is Fall
Six long days away
Mountain, desert, river, sleep
May need some time off
What do you want to eat?
What day is it?
Why does that matter?
Do you want somewhere open?
It’s still early
Let’s go out to dinner
Restaurants all closed
Graham stayed home
No gnome reporting to read
Eduardo arrived
Met a dog today
She has more names than I do
Rides motorcycle
Five or six hour drive
To the middle of nowhere
Peace and quiet zone