July 27, 2011
I could tell you what I did today but I will not. Instead I will let you read a poem I wrote this morning and show a few photos. Sleep well and take deep breathes…
The harmony grits
The old peach pits
You ask your mother
She has a fit
Long walk home
Sat on the granite curb
Your mind is disturbed
Talk to a passer-by dog
Think back to shakey-shakey fur back
Call up Jesse-Lynn
Ask her how she has been
She says her phone is breaking up
You start walking again
Wave at the bus driver
Open your door at a quarter past 8
Smells stale in your home
Light a stick and let it fill the air
Open the door and stare
A squirrel runs by
Sit in your half-broke rocking chair
The thunder clap is miles away
-kyle
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