Busy, with an idea for a code, I write
signals hurrying from left to right,
or right to left, by obscure routes.
- Talking to Amelia today/helping with her poem got me thinking.... I actually really miss writing. Or the ability to get words on a page. Good writing stays with me for longer than I'd like to admit. (so does the envy!)
I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone
or awake at night alone.
I am to wait,
I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.
- I love W. Whitman. Well, sometimes.
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