not looking forward the next two weeks
at work so I'm trying
not to look forward or back around
tomorrow the best I can do
I think
to keep my frequency resonant
with the perfume of a warm meadow
dotted with wildflowers
and bees pistol hopping for sweets
dragonflies hovering
darting an dipping
showing off florescent sheen
gold and green in the sun
yes
that will be my happy place
the next two weeks while trying to fill
insanity's bill for mental health
could I have written a sadder poem
