I impossibly can’t wait for this to end.
A long box and several flowers occupy the center of the mind.
Tiny cards make an attempt to convey something.
A hired gun wields the Word towards sheep that are not his flock.
I stare down at the carpet and marvel at how it’s woven together.
A giant machine must do this.
I’m beyond ready for earth to fly. Shovels full of hard soil and blades of grass.
Surely someone benefits. Not me or the long box contents.
Someome pull the gear selector down. Back us up and back away.
Push it hard down drive and just plow through.
Just get away.