Tonight I'm tired of thinking, or trying to think, big thoughts. I want my mind to pipe down or pester some other guy for a while. I'd like to live for grass alone for just a day. Or maybe not grass... tree bark, or huckleberries. Earthworms. Turn my conscious mind to a singular purpose, keep it there, undistracted, unhurried, unharried, unharassed, for hours at a stretch.
An old mug,
too heavy to
hold comfortably
until it's empty -
and then
who wants to
hold it?
..
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