Audrey Howitt Poetry, Alive and Well – Reblog |
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Posted: 17 May 2020 02:21 PM PDT MorgueFile eyecatch7 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 Posted for Poets and Storytellers |
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