Commander Flibbertigibbet

The wife says we must have a plan,
Explicit, inviolate. Well, okay...
But her plan isn't fixed. It lurches
Each minute. I nod my head over
And over, but bristle. I'm not fond
Of strategies laid out by people whose
Minds flutter like fallen leaves.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-06-13 at 03:25

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