When the Heels Cool

My thumbs are well-twiddled.

My heels nicely cooled.

Horses all held.

Time bided.

So, dear Graduate school admissions board, you may now swing your axe.

Drop your hammer.

Let that blasted second shoe fall.

I’m ready.

Just saying.

Until tomorrow…

A Trembly Bird on a Wire

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