Not a day at all for proper expectations;

well at least not ‘proper’ according to convention.

Every letter I wrote rambled off into poetry,

Each poem started out ‘light and fluffy’

but managed to end with a millstone, a neck and an ocean…………….

Yet a manic creative ‘thing’ persisted.

I assumed I’d have a piece and a place to put it…………but the place finally outdid the piece. xx enjoy