this morning #1743.
this morning, in the interest of full transparency, i’m feeling a little bit blue. nothing for you to worry about, boo. it’s just these thick grey skies outside. easy for them to mess with a man’s mind. how about you? i bet you can see for miles across the clear skies out there in your neck of the woods. more transparency: today’s poem is more melancholy that usual. i think you’ll still like it though. hold the bouquet of flowers close. hold them right up to your nose. breathe their beauty in. put them in a vase. set them in a special place. admire them whenever you walk past. water them to keep them alive. do your best so they don’t die. one day decide the time has come to toss them in the bin.