Another rain has passed by.
Dinner is finished tonight.
Plates put away below light.
Everyone else goes to try
To sleep, and wake up to bright.
Before that, it's time to write.
Whatever you do at ten,
It is time to write again.
Just like migratory birds,
We all have schedules, I've heard.
Gotta write their money's worth.
People read each of your words.
They don't know it took some work.
Uniform like tines of fork.
Whatever you do at ten,
It is time to write again.
(July 19, 2012)
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Poetry Collection
PoetryA collection of the poems I wrote and the dates when I wrote them.
