Might’s Well Write

Away’s a break, and I’m with family.
I’m visiting but we have little planned
outside, and there’s not much to do or see,
so when I’ve finished sundry tasks at hand,
like dishes, salads, and I’ve energy,
when talk is paused and time’s at my command,
I turn attention to an inward sight.
I take a seat somewhere, and start to write.

(Ottava Rima)

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