Well, I've been writing in my journal now and then (and writing things for work), but I haven't worked on a poem in a very long time--a few months anyway, but who's counting? I finally did draft something. I almost called it "An Appreciation" as it's in appreciation of the man who sells Real Change outside the post office on Greenwood Avenue. But then I figured my appreciation was clear. In Front of the Post Office "Hello, queen," sings the man who sells newspapers. You wouldn't think I'd be so charmed, but who else greets me this way? When I leave with my paper, I never hear another customer receive the greeting I almost believe he keeps for me.
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