She made a new Rule. It’s a 6.

she’d never been this late before, in fact, she was always there to open the door

to writers come early, writers come late, was it possible she’d put too much on her plate

never a week had she ever been last yet here she was, how many days passed

rule or number, clergy or bird, so much flexibility in this week’s word

finally she sat coffee in hand (still a full pot), the words would come slowly perhaps not

..Cardinal red clouds collided with amber melting sky; I decided there’d be no rain tonight…