This will do

April 2, 2016 § Leave a comment

poem-thiswilldoThe earth is rising up
through floorboards and wood laminate
to draw down my roots.

I hear
birdsong and faint machines,
turtle flapping and splashing in his tank.

I have
a pen and fat notepad,
and my second-favorite coffee in my favorite mug.

All my hard work,
and the work I didn’t do,

has brought me here.

 
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