nothing stops routine
like a chocolate sky
and with the delivery of rain
a probe of cracks
a patching scramble
the story of our lives -
putting off
until we must do
what should have been done
when the sun was shining
crickets gossip in shadowy corners the moon glows through the clouds the morning starts evil-gray as the past maintains its grip waiting for the present to catch light of a future as the dogs and I re
time steals your hourly balance as often as clouds slip in and out of circulation and since you can’t accumulate or invest minutes or months why underspend days or put away years for some later date?