Hustle hustle toil flow. (a poem)

4 May 2019

Hustle
hustle
toil
flow.

Don’t
make
messes
as you go.

Dip a little
dabble here.
Just until
you disappear.

Hustle
hustle
slower
flow.

Breathe
a
little
as you go.

Skin a little.
Scat a bit.
Scoot down Main Street.
Be quiet.
Sit.

Bend backwards
forwards
feel the floor.
There
always
will be
plenty more.

-

You will
come
to find
and see.
There’s
no
perfect
company.

Look around:
you’re not alone.
Keep
a
sacred
home.