| Log Days of Summer My log has lapsed Perhaps collapsed No log with hasp undone secrets unsprung unsung This hapless legless summer I loathe the lax drifting aboard the lasting craft of laziness unable To break these gaps In common writer's traps I relapse No log to last DH Eraldi Note: I'll be back, just got off track! My writing friends know that when pressed, I always resort to doggerel. |
