I just don't feel like doing this
tomorrow. Maybe
the day after that, or today.
Tomorrow I want
to do nothing at all.
It's nice to look forward to
pause in play. Some whistle
blows stop, or go, or help
- we'll come then a-running,
regardless of which. We'll
busy ourselves and each
other as well. Tomorrow
I just need a break from
the scratch, to let myself
itch.
Or at least
today, that's about how it
feels
it's going
to go. Perhaps
yesterday, I'll get up
to dig ditch. To pitch
in with both feet to my neck
in the sticky flow, but
somehow, I don't
think I will. I don't recall
anything quite like that. Let
yesterday be, I say. Let's go.
Enough has been done
to the past. That's a fact!
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Tuesday, February 16, 2021
procrastifusion
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