Dual year, duo natterings,
two times the choices of
twenty minute keyboard mashings
and the question starkly illuminates,
like neon sign behind my eyelids.

“Have you improved?“

It hangs and glares, blinking
in soft pattern of on then off,
as steady as a rock on grass,
daring me to answer.

“I have no idea…“

The answer a truth unexamined,
no knowledge of change when
such work incrementally occurs,
but a long for hope that sits
adjacent, that yes,
yes you have created interest.