I haven't been posting because I haven't been writing much, just a few notes here and there, hopefully toward a project that will ultimately come together in a more satisfying way, but too early to tell. I finally wrote a little poem that I felt I could post, so here goes.
Tidy
Goodbye, flickering lamp,
mismatched towels, threadbare
sweaters and jeans. The van
for donations comes today.
Mom calls it Tobacco Road
if we store boxes on the porch
even temporarily. Goodbye,
sturdy boxes from the liquor store.
Tidy
Goodbye, flickering lamp,
mismatched towels, threadbare
sweaters and jeans. The van
for donations comes today.
Mom calls it Tobacco Road
if we store boxes on the porch
even temporarily. Goodbye,
sturdy boxes from the liquor store.
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