Monday, November 29, 2021

No Time to Work

A Little Trial . . .

Cryptic Poetic

On the way home through Thicket,
I got a low-speed ticket
for driving way long too slow;
so, the board I floored at go,
went gone so fast at length last
through light-speeds beyond space past.

Still a lot of work to do. Or unwork.


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