Napowrimo Day 20

Resistant to what I have to do,
having done so much already.

Wheel turning, in the interim.

The attention and the notice.

If I dreamt I was doing back flips
in the air. Like an unread book.

Triad of false wisdom.

Winter's fade/
summer's glare.

Linking what you've told me
with what you've done.

I have no complaint,
but whispers irritate me.

The red drink's healing properties.

I did not nap; that kind of hangover.

The negation unsaid.

Not dressing casual on Fridays.

Driving alone's connotation.

In a stable, in a cubicle.
At least we are allowed to wander around.