Memories of Metal Shop 

Sitting

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The Pain Of Choice

It’s so easy to spin
Tumbling over, over
Losing my focus
In this maelstrom
Of possibility

For a choice requires
Leaving opportunity
Sitting in the sun
For another to grab.
What if that one
Is better than this one?
Too much of this
Is a table full of gifts
Where nothing is opened
And all potential
Evalotates into the day’s heat

Thursday Morning

Slowly waking 

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