Sun into my eye

Sun’s light through a window frame
and into my eye
warming my face
from a cold lit sky
in taking its time
in shifting its place
it traces its line
through rhyme and through space

The wheels of that poem almost squiggled out from under me – I drew it up short.

Yesterday, I was poised for some reason; today I do not recall over precisely what. I was thinking about my RPG project – the one that never gets done. Maybe the doing alone is the doing getting done. In which case, I continue to get it done.

~ this blog is Open Source, for all that it’s worth ~

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