I could write you a story
of all that i failed to do
how sleep eluded me its gift
how the dominos then all fell the wrong way
and i dragged behind the day
but instead i will say
here is what i did
i cooked
i cooked
and i cooked some more
called a friend to share my woes
watched tv
then picked up
the dishwasher sang its clanky tune
loudly more than once
the blender whirred back to life
and aided in the creation
of this
recycling was exited
garbage too
i am alone turned into
i am lonely
manageable
my plan stew was checked and stirred
possibly it is time to take a bite
to see how it tastes
1 comment:
such and inner voice cannot be unheard - in this i hear your poets voice
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