you could...Write about a radish, too many people write about the moon. the night is black the stars are small and high the clock unwinds its ever-ticking tune hills gleam dimly distant nighthawks cry. a radish rises in the waiting sky. by Karla Kuskinor
dream on a poem,
while soaking up a few rays of afternoon sunlight?
pretend you are a beautiful whirligig,
twirling out in the open, waiting to burst open?
make someone's day by surprising them with a gift?
or put on your favorite necklace,and pretend you are an opera singer?
that's what i would do...all of the above,who says you can't do it all? ~ busy keeping busy over here... always so much to do and so much more i want to do... thank you much for stopping by... be well, be happy...oh, and have you heard... of phosphorescent?