It's a rough NaPoWriMo day. I've started two poems and they were both too unbearably bad to publish, even on my tiny site that gets very few hits. I blame the weather. It's still snowing in Minnesota.
Miserly
I pocket the minutes to myself
save them up
spend them slowly
reluctantly
Hand them over with great care
and the skeptical glance
of an old woman with a fistful of coupons in line for the teenage checker
at the grocery store
Miserly
I pocket the minutes to myself
save them up
spend them slowly
reluctantly
Hand them over with great care
and the skeptical glance
of an old woman with a fistful of coupons in line for the teenage checker
at the grocery store
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