The calendar says
this month
is nearly done.
Shocked at this sudden outburst
from a previously inanimate object
I grab for a pen to reassure myself in writing
that poetry is mostly exaggerations.
Luckily, the calendar
is just
a list of dates.
The calendar says
this month
is nearly done.
Shocked at this sudden outburst
from a previously inanimate object
I grab for a pen to reassure myself in writing
that poetry is mostly exaggerations.
Luckily, the calendar
is just
a list of dates.
