carving out

ten minutes here
twelve minutes there

8 hours in the car today and that's when the words pop up
they are like bubbles
or the insects that collide with the windscreen at dusk flying down crawford dairy road
everything and everyone on their way home

carving out the white spaces with black scratches
plastic keys and angry springs
and the edges of sore up my left arm from the bad posture and the repetitions

8 minutes in front of the screen before i close my eyes
it's not enough
it was not enough then and it is not enough now

but if i do not start again i will fade for another day
i cannot let that happen

MY INITIALS HERE

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it's warming and the solstice approaches

we sat on the back porch two nights ago and just listened to music and talked
and i watched a light in the sky go from one tree branch to another

that was the best night all year
and almost the shortest

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more tomorrow

g