Muddle
I muddle through the day
like an old tire being
dragged out of a muddy pond.
Words and days come and go -
an expression fumbles
out of my mouth.
Just another day of tediousness
and exaggerations.
I would ask you to come
with me but I know
you'd never go back
to Idaho -
days upon days of snow
buckling the power lines
and rooftops.
I muddle through...
Copyright © Dawnell Harrison | Year Posted 2019
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