At the corner of Inland Way and Yahara Lane, There are two people laughing about to-do lists. I am, once again, an observer. Too many cups have me: I am pine again. As I jitter, I make poetic attempts, sure to fail. More commas are the sign of struggle (as is self-directed commentary). Perhaps I can sample the lyrics coming over the air? Questions are another signal. It is time to look for hawks and eagles, and fear not for friendship: the ducks and geese are again ready to nest.