Thursday, April 14, 2016

Napowrimo 14

I really hate these form prompts. Today's was to write a san-san. A what? Ugh.

Nothing special happened yesterday –
I sloughed the cocoon of blankets from my body,
Made my way through the labyrinth of traffic
To order nothing special at the café
To slough the sleepiness away, a cup of coffee.
Somehow, I’d make it through; I always do.

This living thing, this special journey, it isn’t magic.

I’m just a monarch in maze continents, passing through.

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