starting a new week with a sense of hopefulness

needing not only time but for time to move back

missing the days when the networks were more heartfelt

making fast plots should this happen or that happen

hoping to know how this week should go by tonight

making things happen has become so unwieldly

striking up a plot for the best of likelihoods

taking some time to brush up on the online works

needing to do what-ifs for a whole slew of things

seeing what paths to take for coming weekend

noting "telding" as an old word for pitching tents

borrowing time and faulting with it by a lot

glimmering on the eve of the hallowed evening

looking up and noting how the leaf fell quickly

driving back to the big town for some more new thrills

letting go of bad bloods from past online crossings

letting the hallowed evening day begin softly

breaking dawn of the new days of a great wonder

looking over the fastness of the evening's plots

hoping for a win tonight to make this town roar

beginning a new month with new knots to untie