On The Go
This poem came to me this morning as I was rushing out of the house. I figured out the details on the drive to work and jotted it onto a receipt when I got to the school parking lot.
On The Go
Good Morning.
I'm on my way.
When will you be home tonight?
Oh yes...
I forwaded you a poem
that was emailed to me last night
by an old friend of ours
and which during breakfast
cause me to weep.
Labels: poetry
posted by Evenewra at November 15, 2005
1 Comments:
If you noticed that I edited this piece, it was because I made the ridiculous mistake of ending the poem with the word "breakfast" when in fact I should have ended with "weep." Poetry 101.
7:15 AM
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