his stomach knotted
as he recalled the pattern
his thoughts tightened
as he climbed the graveled path
he had trimmed his plans
to keep them simple and low-key
the ocean spray calmed him
as he walked the cliff’s edge
suddenly, he spread his arms
Writing with The Sunday Whirl this morning.
The whirl words are simple, trim, knots, gravel, low, spray,
path, edge, spread, tight, climb, and pattern. I used all the
words in some form in my poem.