Efficiency
Efficiency
I can not leave yet,
the ominous green light on the coffee pot...
just went out,
but the brew inside,
is still hot.
There are a number of ideas,
that would be lost in the shuffle,
if I cleaned my desk.
I can not let that happen.
I must stand guard,
over my own common sense.
As in this case,
it threatens to lead me astray.
My cup is half empty,
I have edited half a story,
and written... all of another.
The day has drifted in and out,
from my world.
I am not concerned.
I am enthralled..., in the moment,
not the minute of the hour.
In the wee beats...
chimes on the clock
the morning announced,
past the noon hour on the other side,
of the world...
I am done.
At least for now.
I can close my eyes,
until the next time,
the clock strikes again;
at the appointed point,
the race starts,
and the words are released...
once more.
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