038

038

It’s been twenty days

and in many ways

I call that poetic justice.

Because, though a poem will suffice,

there are many more ways to conjure

an audience who can ponder

the wonders of life with me.

 

But all I can do right now is attempt to rhyme

and sort through lettuce and thyme

and not check my texts or my bookshelf

(at least that’s what I tell myself).