poetrys puppet
I did not mean to chain myself to a desk
It’s gorgeous outside; I realize I am missing it
I take my notebook and dogs, and we sit in the sun
I am poetry’s puppet.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2025
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