The Projectile

Wham, slam

Away she goes!

As shot from a cannon

Gaining speed

Down the long hall

Will she break Mach 1?


Three steps of

Three rushed rumbles

To the kitchen and coffee


Sit on the veranda;

Plan her day


Week day morning

Divesting of

The cocoon of Morpheus

To become

A beauteous butterfly of business

Constant, in control

The paragon of administration

And my landlady.