I've realized
That there is
Less than
Three days
Till the end
Of the journey
Of a
Year and a day…
I used to think
That it was
Amazing
To hold in
The que
Of my mind
Three poems
To be written
Each Friday.
I also used
To think
That it was
Extraordinary
To write
One a day
For months…
Then the delights
And busyness
Of summer
Came…
And on a
Bus trip
I wrote
20 poems
In one day.
I realized more
Was possible
Than anyone
Including myself
Dared realized.
Today I have
To write 27
More before
The end…
And if
I can write
20 in one
Day…
I realize
That
27 in
Three days
Is a
Leisurely stroll
In the poetic
Park.
