Loop 2

I’ve observed lent this year.

First time in a while.

One week left.

A lot of promises kept.

A lot of trust earned.

Learnt:

I am learning.

Two loops around this park.

Two.

Everyday.

The mind is beautiful;

A seductive whisperer.

Ever ready,

With an excuse.

After the first loop,

You choose.

Trust me.

After the first loop,

You choose.

Sometimes the cup that runneth over,

Had Ribena in it.

Gotta know when to bend the wrist.

Backward.

Friction,

Is a decision - required.

For my sake.

The second loop.

Is a door.

Mahogany heavy.

A door,

You only push once.

Thus -

Friction is the handle

You must bend

To signal

Intent.

How else would you know

It wasn’t just the wind?

How else would you know

You chose.

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Sun peeking small in London - almost there.

Sending love and energy.

A