Schedule

Already
Friday,
And
Much
To
Do,
The
Daily
Game
To
Make
Old
Words
New,
And
Cast
Them
Into
An
Empty
Place
In
The
Public
Space.
Cold
Forge
Them
Until
They
Burn
And
Glow
With
What
Little
I Know,
Although
Few
Will
Care
That
I’ve
Bothered
To
Scatter
Lines
Everywhere
Throughout
My
Time,
Hanging
My
Foolish
Heart
On
A
Simple
Rhyme.