What a mess
Of books and solitude

On the floor
On the shelves
The endless walks


Pockets of asteroids 
And feet like late afternoons 

Would I agree to draw
Up a flight plan?


I buried my whiskers
In the first light
Of the universe 

Railroad lines for shoelaces 


Ready to get a move on
A smile no different from direction

6 thoughts on “Saturday

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