Into the Life
I hope all is progressing well.
Sometimes, I sit bundling in my blankets,
head-to-toe, I set myself in a blanket tent-sleeping-bag
for one, a flashlight, a writing utensil,
and something to write on, preferably
paper. Inside these sheet frames:
words, I etch, unassuming,
and some time thereafter
I leave my blankets from there.
Onward and Upward,