4:53p. Need a boost. Is it time for a Diet Coke? Class of Sauv Blanc? A beer? Truly, at loss.
Just took a Coke from the fridge. Can’t push the thoughts from Border’s, yesterday, from my head. Why don’t I have a book on the shelves, books? Not going to say I’m impressed, but I am somewhat daunted by how much I have written, just in the last two years, since the burst of inspiration in late ’08. The cold outside is worth a couple lines. Uncomfortable, refreshing, harsh, generous. Makes me miss the Sunriver snow. Cold weather pairs magically with writing, especially elongated entries, I feel. Poetry, to me, calls for warm weather, summer storms, lightning shows, thunder drums. Clocking out early, from these charcoal keys. In need of ink. Sip, sip...
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