Sudoku life

IMG_6648Monday’s are easy.
Everything falls into place.
A breeze.

By Thursday,
Few blanks are easy.
Some are barely discernible.
Plenty have dual identities.
I’m stumped.

How I wish life fell into boxes.
First this, then this.
It doesn’t.

It’s waiting.

About wlebolt

Life comes at you fast. I like to catch it and toss it back. Or toss it up to see where it lands. I do my best thinking when I'm moving. And my best writing when I am tapping my foot to a beat no one else hears. Kinesthetic to the core.

Posted on July 20, 2017, in Instinct, Life, poetry and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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