30 september

It’s a catch and release program

a tennis match, back and forth

All about balance

                -- they say—

You need to learn to let go

                                                walk away

Not that big a deal, the end of the world

It’s just a BLANK

Just finish it tomorrow

                And – as if so easy – they float away

As I was minding my own day

Into the plain there was this color

                                          small

                                          light

It was you and I was surprised

Not that I forgot or wanted you to but

I was minding my own

And when you had gone again

Still the flash

            scent

            tint

My own mind wasn’t minding

Hard to tell if it was over mattering