Tuesday, April 30, 2013

npm: 30

Here we are, last day of April. This will be the last poem for National Poetry Month. Hooray! I made it!

To celebrate, I am sitting on my couch with a sore throat, achy joints and a fever. Hopeful plans to get out for a stroll/fresh air, but we'll see. This kind of sick sucks in spring.

Here is my last poem for npm. However, I'm going to try to keep posting as consistently. If I miss a day, then I miss a day. But this has been a great exercise, for sure.


a mouthful of mean
and pennies--
a thief
his wings;

our bodies,
of a clock.

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