some indie bluegrass,
boardering on plate throwing music,
makes this night of SIOP tolerable
an eight miler set the day’s tone,
slow, tired, questioning…
full of, “Really?”
why are the miles so hard?
why are the days so short?
why am i writing objectives tonight?
so the repetition of planning proceeds,
serenaded by the angry bluegrass songs
that distract me from my own questions