writing more lines of reckoning with the snake tongue

listening for some rare liveliness at daybreak

hurrying to get this work done for the weekend

ending this long week with a yeartidely dark brew

hacking away for a way out of this hot mess

waking early for a first true set of learning

righting the ship after some falls takes time and grit

boiling the givens down to a meaningful line

shining afar a glimmer of some long lost hope

seeing that hope might only be knacks of the light

bringing back to mind this day of the happening

strumming the old stringed song tool as the wall came down

seeing snow fall down soon after that summer game

trying hard to make up for a lot of lost time

cutting out all the needless online blathering

hoping that we all do not die of heart illness

looking at the small twigs and at the big landscape

winning the world cup would heal the loss of that ring

bowing more at a low-flake or no-flake friendship

knowing when to note the manifold of a word

not let down by something way beyond my firm grasp