the sugar
crystallizing in my viens
the life
still not sweetened to true contentment
the recipe ever eluding
but at least I am close enough to swat at happiness
swinging true and with great intent
love something I love itself
or experience still clothed in the kiss of dreams only recently left behind
the coffee brews
and only intensifies what ever already is
the pick me
up
leaves me wanting down
or sideways
some direction where the scenery is a bit more picturesque
my standards are low like roots plowing through the mud
and still stuck in drought
I am bound to get bit
in the strong eat weak
dance of the week
but really
content to just create
a little
some good
some value
some anything
that earns a smile
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