dear e


twenty-four hours later i find myself exactly where i was yesterday

watching the dawn   listening to the wren   writing to you


twenty-four hours have passed   thinking about the day   

what made it unique   not the walk i took   not the hours spent


watching the leaves and clouds and their motion   not the food I ate

not the books I read   the news I avoided


was anything unique about may 17th   nothing comes to mind

but it was a good day   a worthwhile day   unremarkable   which is okay






Poetry by one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-05-18 at 14:28

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