seven thirty a.m.
no one is awake but me
day's first miracle
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Looking for Poetry in the Everyday Madness :: Winter 2024
About Me
- amy wolgemuth bordoni
- writer, poet, mom, honey, friend, chef, collector, helper, seeker, dreamer, reader, hostess, optimist, artist, baker, caretaker, jeanskirt maker, lover, meanie, hard worker, sleep deprived, broke, hopeful
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3 comments:
Friday afternoon
in my office is torment.
I just want to play.
Wake up Dad, she chirps.
But I can't open my eyes.
Isn't it spring yet?
I'm a week late in posting this, but here was my haiku for last Friday (I really did think of it then, just didn't get it posted!):
taking your husband
to Iowa. Who knows why?
thanks for sharing him.
:)
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