Questions of the Day
From front door
Across the portal
To studio
I leave no tracks
Morning begins
At the edge
Of a new day
Files heaped upon my desk
A mess
Waiting to become
Uncluttered
Arranged
Organized
Each day
A complex dance
Choreographed by me
The morning still
Except for the little fly catcher
Screaming for
his…or her
partner
(Gender unknown
To me)
Each day
I wander
The studio
My enchanted forest
Like a class-room
Of my own design
Lessons drawn from life
Black tar to
pale gaseous colors
Greyed
Gradual change
Gives direction
Each completed work
Simply answers
The questions of
The day
Prompt: tracks, edge, files, lie, mess, complex, gas, forest, still, pale, answers, class
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