This is a poetry blog. It's like a journal, just not in prose. It should hopefully be its own defense.
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
Morning
The sky was white
and gray and stayed that way,
with dark leaves
of damp trees above
and the sound of one bird
chirping from
the feeder--
sounding like a recitation
of a to-do list.
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