Monday, November 14, 2016


There are few quiet minutes yet
Before the day begins in full,
And I will spend, with others yet,
Those minutes trying to me lull
Back into ease of mind and clear
Thought so I may do the work
That I have to do: uprear
My daughter a bit more and jerk
From out of mind-fields weeds full grown
That have the fertilizer taken
From the crops purposely sown,
Subsequently left forsaken.

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