This strange thing, Thursday
Near the end of the workweek
But without respite
Biz Admin Who Loves Technology

One more day of light
Soon, autumn’s fury descends
The callous winter
Calling oneself a poet
So boldly hubristic
Arrogant and empty
Of dignified reserve


Majestic mountains
Magnificent light falling
Tranquility’s song
Forcing wakefulness
I resist vigorously
Weariness grinds
I pull my dust together
And rise

Awakened briefly
Activity around me
Now, again, silence

This eclectic spot
Seattle’s famous gumball
Well worn paving stones