and we break into the ten thousandsies:

The too large cup,
finger tips pointing up to the sky,
diamonds at the rim
the curve of a wave
within, the high tide mark
showing where coffee had been.
Below, the sea pulsing.
Without, the tide walls
warming the palms.

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It was warm enough to sit in the screen porch and drink my coffee and enjoy the sun this morning. The cats didn’t think so, but I enjoyed the bright sun. Later I went for a walk on Kinderhook Lane.

Made me laugh and laugh. Then I laughed some more at all the people who have told me that they’re perfect all right after being up for 24 hours or more. “I’m perfectly all right” Yeah but you’re not going to drive me anywhere thank you very much!

deus ex machina
not my final solution
thank god it’s doomsday*.

when all else may fail
keep a god or two around
deus ex machina

I deal with beings
having powers beyond mine
deus ex machina.

*isn’t it wonderful when wikipedia, the information you seek and Homer Simpson collide? Why yes, yes it is.

OK, probably having read all that legend and mythology the past few months puts things into a new perspective too.

Ode on being old.
I was once a young woman
now just feel like one.

And on that note, with 7305 words in the bank, I’m going to sleep.