This has turned into a sort of bout.

Not a title fight but I’ve certainly
gone the distance:

185 miles and several days;
the best I could do

at such short notice.
Tomorrow I’ll work I say,

I’ll right the ship, not write
it; a pity for it to end this way,

in a desert beside a thin
lake but the water here

is deeper than I imagined
you couldn’t reach bottom

if you tried.

(And you wouldn’t.)
 

[Uff da! Sorry folks, not sure what the heck happened today, but if anything it was cathartic.  Will now return to regularly scheduled occasional poetry]