Thursday started with a gauzy sand bar sky
The LED sun yawning widely over the horizon
Today, like every work day, the ideas blackboard
Streaked with years of smudgy lessons, the surviving

Word “catch” or was it “batch” down in the corner,
Avoiding erasure. No products appeal,
Or really matter, maybe you can market
But you can’t pawn the sunrise

Which easily eclipses the mind when it’s wrapped in a
Tortilla, so chewy, like yesterday‘s disappeared stanzas.
Aspiring light has no goals, just a paper route,
Delivering holograms of unconfined content,

Another daily batch, today’s fresh catch.
Checked blue surface of a gauzy sand bar sky.

– Michel Krug