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

driving forward away from the reddened sunrise

setting up shop on a still elbow of the web

hoping for a happier night and days ahead

taking it all in with a grain of salt and sand

going back to sleep long after the roar and blah

reading things with stillness before the new soft week

keeping up with the tidbits about tomorrow

dithering at the thought of the new week ahead

writing this line again to hide outworn nods

wanting it all does not mean one will get it all