How Many Is Too Many

I think I’ll post ten poems and then tomorrow I’ll do it again by end of month it’ll be three hundred poetic spaces I’d have plundered by years end it’ll be nifty to have posted three thousand six hundred and fifty maybe I’ll take a walk in the forest start a campfire with my thesaurus let the rhythm of nature seep into my pen write of the moment not why, where, or when hope that the butterfly high in the tree tempts every known fate alights close to me permits me a moment together…just us wings and a pen sharing a trust John G. Lawless 8/30/2021