swirling white and grey in the sky
beaten white and grey of the road

the weariness of self

3 a.m. awake wondering why didn't I back then and if I had would it have and
would she have

cool late August morning

burned car on a flatbed trailer in the northbound lanes,
cops and fire engines strewn all along,
miles of traffic waiting behind

coffee
white lights in a drop ceiling

resisting emptiness of spirit

the problem is not one of no purpose
or no sense of urgency
the problem is one of discipline
and persistence

meta-cognition. fine

feels a lot better when it comes from the

bowl