Winding up another week
and peering toward the next.
I’m arguing with myself about my priorities over the next five days.
On one hand I need to start a second poem for the new collection I have in mind but on the other I need to do some serious editing on a manuscript that really has a priority over something new. It’s enough to put me to sleep.
All I know is that I’ll work on something next week whether I sit at the keyboard ,
or in my favorite chair in the living room.
I forgot that my M.O.W. says I can’t play until I clean my room.
I guess I’d better start with that.