sorta tiredy today
it has been mokey(smokey) from the hills
and in an odd sequence
leaving go of sporting outcomes
at the meet this morni
as we talked about how when in our cups we would be so much more than we were
only to fizzle upon running a comb thru the next coming-to
and how family(for 'most all of us in residence)
was at the same time what we wanted most and whom we could least talk to most directly
it keeps on, y'know?
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