And so
the final pages.
I have, on the table
next to me,
the notebook to follow on.
Number 6.
It’s pink, this time.
And a hardcover.
But why?
Just cos.
I’ll end this fifth one here,
at this table, in this moment
(already passed/already past),
between a full cup of coffee
and a cup of coffee early
on its journey
to being
empty.
P’rhaps I’ll throw this out on WordPress.
P’rhaps not…
It’s only rambling, after all.
william altoft 