The morning starts well,
No rush,
just calm,
work can wait.
Though the train fills up.
Pushing it uphill,
The wheels fell off last month,
But I’m so close now.
The frog waits, watching.
As the wind moves the water,
And the fly is caught.
Some final pushes,
Getting things across the line,
Feels good to be close.
The rain tumbled down,
This last day of September,
Really very nice.
