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I did not post a poem yesterday…
I’m sure some of you were concerned…even though nobody inquired….
to set your minds at ease…I didn’t forget…I am not sick…nor have I retired…

It wasn’t from lack of inspiration or a dearth of creativity…
It all comes down to sleeping in…a biscuit…raspberry jam…and the legend of a tree.

On our way to North Carolina we always stop in Athens, Georgia
for the opportunity to enjoy
A breakfast of our favorite biscuits topped with raspberry jam…
at a restaurant called Momma’s Boy.

We have to get there early…or in long lines we have to wait….
and after driving 10 hours the day before…we slept in…and were running late.

And what would make us even later…was our desire to stop and meet
‘The tree that owns’ itself which stands at the end of the last Athen’s cobblestone street.

We stopped at the tree and still made it to Momma’s Boy on time…
just like we diagramed…
we had the first 2 biscuits they made that morning 
topped with their delicious raspberry jam…

It wasn’t till we were on the road headed for our North Carolina home
That I thought about then remembered…I hadn’t posted a poem.

How I had somehow upset the balance of nature…disturbed its symmetry…
by allowing a tree, a biscuit and some raspberry jam to take precedence over poetry…

I’ll try to get back to writing a poem a day…that is my goal…what I’ve always planned….
unless there’s a Momma’s Boy in North Carolina…in which case…
I hope you’ll understand.

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