Read Book Dropping-
I am in my recliner grasp book in hand-
I live to read my eyes jauntily bound blinks opens shuts.
My thought are on verse.
But what comes first.
A yawn from my inners to my throat.
Witnessing now attempts to yawn, sleep in chair look, I drop my book...
8/18/19
Life Poetry Contest
Imagism poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Ironic Zink
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2019
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