yet another day
wasted
best intentions
slipped out through the ends
of my fingers
the floor is clean
and the clothes put away
but thoughts &
aspirations
go floating out through the ether
as I lay here
waiting for the spirit to move
for the light to pierce through my eyelids
I have sweated out last night’s dreams
into the bedsheets
and then washed them away in today’s laundry
as I stood over the washing machine
and had ten new thoughts of things
that I could be doing
instead of laundry
Shannon M. Turner
unknown original date