On Putting Off What Really Matters

I.
a month later
the house in order
I sit down and wonder
where the time goes
when important work is at hand
the more I do, the less I accomplish
The Great Endeavor
reduced to the mundane
and Noble Ends
left untied
like so many shoelaces

II.
Do You keep all my intentions
Somewhere safe
Where they can grow up
Or do intentions
Float away
Leaving behind heavy facts
Like chaff before the wind
How much space
Does it take to house
What might have been
As those intentions linger
Coloring moments in vibrant meaning
Sometimes greys
More often roses and blues
Not unlike sweet affection
For a poem whose 69 words
Reached beyond my intentions

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