A Poem Is Sneaking Around the Corner
A poem is sneaking around the corner
of the kitchen
peeking at me
I do not know whether to spy her,
or play coy until she
jumps into my lap
I sit here waiting quietly.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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