time management

time management

A 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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~ ah, sheer brilliance... ~ the vision, the "forethought'... the moment... and such a phenomenal amount of time traveling... ~ sometimes i think you're always talking about different galaxies... in a sense... and it's just fantastic to be in the audience...

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Author

SkinlessFrank
SkinlessFrank

Glen Sutton, Quebec, Canada



Writing
death death

A Poem by SkinlessFrank