What do you think about
when you don’t have anything
that demands your attention
and perhaps your expertise?


Lately, I been considering


How in the world
do they make them
and put that hole in one end
and sharpen the other?


And if that’s not enough
how about those needles
that inject us with fluids
or withdraw the same?


That slender hole
that runs their length
baffles my imagination.


Last week, I worked on


What’s next
I have no way of knowing.

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