Tag: bus

• Winging it

  May 6, 2026

  Poetry

  Here I amjust winging it.Not flyingnot floating on a thermal,taking moment by momentno long viewbecause the energy comesin short bursts only.Wait until the last minutebecause the impetusmakes me do it that way.Run for the bus–Run!I cannot get there early. Here I am overthinking it,thinking about the winging it.I should plan aheadget my act togetherget my… Read.