Audrey Howitt Poetry, Alive and Well  – Reblog

Posted: 17 May 2020 02:21 PM PDT

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for every good day

there is at least one

when the toads don’t sing

for everyday that my joints don’t ache

there are 100 when they do

I forget to count

I lose track

the gray matter behind my eyes

consumed elsewhere

in a series of control-alt-delete moments

Wallstreet, Penn Ave

shitstorms fly

while I look for a mitzvah

paid for in grace

on small streets

the music stops

I grab a chair

all I know to do,

is one thing at a time.

copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2020

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