There it is.
The threshold.
The starting gate.
The point of
contact.
Clean gold.
Awaiting ignition from some spark of
imagination.
Everything-hinges-on-this-moment-in-time.
And this one.
And this.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
There it is.
The threshold.
The starting gate.
The point of
contact.
Clean gold.
Awaiting ignition from some spark of
imagination.
Everything-hinges-on-this-moment-in-time.
And this one.
And this.
Oh I like it!
revs me up! Give the signal to go! It’s the fervor of the starting gate!