Sunday, December 20, 2015

December 20


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  1. Things Lost

    Today I’ll return ,
    The waffle iron
    I thought would be,
    A nice gift, as people scurry
    Through the aisles
    Buying things,
    Like I once did.

    Today I’ll wash
    Clothes in the sink,
    I’ll eat soup
    And sing sometimes
    I’ll tuck my coat tight
    For warmth, as I walk
    Past the Homeless man
    In the library
    Out of the rain.

    Today I’ll count
    My pocket change
    Wrangling demons
    That ask why
    I’ve left a job
    That paid good dollars
    For a flimsy hope
    That change could be.

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