Wooden destiny

Day 278: Random thoughts from my phone: Always carry a stick, for balance

Reading time: Less than a minute

Long ago, a golden boy

whispered: stay away or

Else.

What schedule? Dare to remove it.

 It might fly away if,

I don’t chew on it:

It never troubles the mind

as a virgin aspen soothes a heated dog.

Now I too may see seventy

I have a life and desire no other.

Balance, toujours balance,

It’s not the big stick

that wins the day

It’s how …