Poem a Day 2016
Sunday, January 17, 2016
packing a year's worth of domesticity into a day
we don't cook much.
Jeanne stirs eggs, i burn hash browns.
we call it a day.
pleading for her things,
she concedes two bags of stuff.
it was a great purge.
two great minds converge,
they try, are bested by
the sunday cross word.
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