An hour creeps past.
I can't help but keep checking.
I should sweep the floor.
Sunday, June 25, 2017
Poems and Prose #161 - Sequence
I walk to the edge
of the room and turn,
reassessing the scant
few things I've learned.
Now I lean,
my next steps discerned,
and I walk to the edge
of the room and turn.
of the room and turn,
reassessing the scant
few things I've learned.
Now I lean,
my next steps discerned,
and I walk to the edge
of the room and turn.
Saturday, June 10, 2017
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