A big day.
Or two or three.
So much to do.
And only thou
and me.

The freeway rush,
the drives,
the rides,
the buildings that long ago were raised
now, slowly, slowly, being razed,
the future patients
from those future quakes
thus to save.

I’ve done my best
a brand new learning curve to climb,
rewarding, but not quite yet sublime. . .

my weary body,
heart and head,
or something, someone
quite unseen,
not telling if it lives,
or if it’s dead,

whispers straight into my brain,
to tell me clear
it’s time
for bed.

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