the weekend almost to an end.
but brings to the front the important things.
how to finish the painting from the night before,
the drink cups need rinsing, so do some plates,
but I’ll fill the machine later.
a sketch to do,
while I read through a Greek comedy, to see if the women have their coup.
and a recitation of a painterly, perception poet,
who dedicated a poem to her best friend.
coffee, coffee, coffee.
a lot of reading,
some reorganizing of writing,
and maybe another very short story.
but at least I know I wrote one poem today.