Blues Rehearsal

We will not creep or sneak toward the gray today but begin immersed and only deepen from there. Slept poorly, was it the puerh? Couldn't get the disco out of my head. Outside desolate as a holiday. Gnomes frozen in mid-pout, living someone's old half-remembered dream. Am I here merely
out of habit. Arms pump the torso.

leaf saved light

drowsy dragon yawns
fallen leaves means
 

time 

to fall back