The 10:30 Poem
words are not meant to flow at 10:30
my flow is a late afternoon date
my notebook and i
sitting underneath the walnut tree
or under covers nursing a cuppa
after teaching is done and before dinner
that time is magic,
a treasure uncovered
as muse whispers
and i bend in her direction
channeling her thoughts,
borrowing them.
on loan at 3.25%.
it's a bargain.
But at 10:30 . . . .
at 10:30 . . . . .
10:30 . . . . .
10 . . . . .
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copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014
