Near the Line
a while back
with tilted eyes and monikers
whilst tippy toes clod-hopped
she discovered
quite unobtrusively
that quietly
with no pomp
the circumstance of near arrival
of a large marking of time
spent judiciously
on a daily basis
was fast approaching
the fear of success
or the idea of achievement
hobbled her
almost instantaneously
so much so
that all regular habits
died on the spot
* * *
still
the roots live
deep and strong
whether near some invisible line
or not
and new sprouts and shoots
are bound to grow
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After this post we have 10 more posts to reach 1,000. And each of those days a single effort is all it will take to re-kindle the habit of the Daily Napkin.
