time managementA Poem by SkinlessFrank
this morning we tossed
the remains of the old fridge into the scrap bins at the recycling center and now i'm harvesting the arugula seed from the dried plants they fall into my can with a ping which sounds kinda sweet like the forethought of another spring salad in the making after this coming year's snow melts © 2016 SkinlessFrank |
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