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Peachtree 38

still running

and, Monday again –
already the schedule twists,
disrupting set plans
no time to waste on chewing
just grab a straw and swallow

Could there maybe someday be a Monday in which we move briskly after the alarm? A day when we are not subsequently engaged in flinging things around in a tizzy before we have Something Scheduled? Perhaps someday?

National Poetry Month has been a joy – thanks to everyone who participated at their individual blogs, and thanks to all of you who flitted through this month. Here’s to poetry, and the random thoughts that pass through our brains.