been to this juncture three times before.
Never with the boost of so many prompts
my friends think I’m crazy but I love to write
poetry is never as good as when completely spontaneous.
But I love this time every year.
Bleary eyed and wiped I roll over one more time on the alarm clock
this time, knowing it’s the last one this 24 hours, I struggle to find any inspiration
missed a couple in the middle of the night hours
had to catch up
falling asleep as I typed
words come words go but hearts stay open
Caitlin and Jacob hold us in a perfect container
And another one down and another one down
we did it