Less, Not More

Less, Not More


I sit at my desk, editing.


deliberately working

on making my words more precise,
more clear,
more interesting,
more helpful.

Then, through the window,

I watch the cars go by–

so many cars for such a little town.

Where are they going?

And why?

I don’t want to scurry anywhere.

I don’t want to buy something.

Just because I can.

I want to spend my energy deliberately.

I want to sit.

To be.

To write.

I want less.

Not more.

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