sometimes boredomcan come like a prize
the blank page
or the unexpected nothing of a day...
i knew a man who once said
he was tired
no, exhausted just from thinking all day
and as i pulled off my work clothes
and slipped into sweat pants and
a tee shirt
i was momentarily resentful
then i realized, the real work is the concept
and the rest is easy!
so when i have nothing
but the day before me
first i celebrate the beauty of nothing
and then
get to work!
yes. yum.
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