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still dark outside
and I can’t sleep.
There’s a perfect half moon
and a sky full of stars.
An owl hoots.
I can’t tell if the moon
is waxing or waning.
Waiting for the coffee to brew
I can’t tell if I
am waxing or waning.
Just another long day.
Today I want to go for a ride
and visit Pam or Kate.
I want to drink lemonade
with real sugar.
I want stroll
and window-shop
while holding your hand,
as though life were simple.
I want to laugh and drive fast
and not think of consequences.
Just for today
I want to be happy.
55 words for Joy’s Verse Escape.
I am a beginner
but already enchanted
with the beautiful
colors and
textures
of yarn
the way it slips
through the needles,
the feel of it on my fingers
and the repetition
knit, knit, purl
purl, purl, knit, purl
over and over
like a meditation,
the clicking of needles
a mantra
calming
soothing
and creating