Standing dangerously close to the yellow line….Do Not Cross….A Number 6 Is Now Approaching…..Stand Clear Of The Doors Please…..

Thoughts drift to a date with number 6.. ..To kiss the front glass….. slide down to the rusted tracks…to lie flat as paper drawn-upon….. Nothing’s ever that neat….

It’s not a Warner Bros. cartoon….How many times did Wiley Coyote die?….or, Yosemite Sam for that matter…..Never a cut…nor a drop of blood….just an on-going resurrection… time after time after time…..only to sin again

I stand by the yellow line…..waiting just waiting ……

Maybe today’s not your day…