Friday, August 9, 2013

Every spare minute

Every time I tried to subtract something from this day, more was added in.  I*m sure there is a message here, somehow.  Now I am try to figure out how to fit five people (six including me) in my office on Monday.  I*m sure I can find a spare chair to sit in.

Every spare minute,
Was not spare
I attempted to grab
A second here
A second there.
The places I inserted time,
Those places
Were filled
Before I knew it.
It is almost 5:30.
This counts
As my morning poem.
The sun moves
To set.
At least it is still summer.
Daylight hangs around
For another couple hours.

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