My morning’s skies of blue soon turned to gray / The moment’s respite gone in sheets of rain
I’m finding Self as self Itself gets lost
A deal not meant for me, I bought; Account was mostly overdrawn.
I’m making friends both left and right; why feeling so alone this morn?
no longer a fear-panicked youth
It feels good to be alone ~ first awake while all still sleep
the triolet fits my mood today, /
the form, the rhyme, so easy