Twenty-Four Miles On a Rainy Morning
...I began a poem this morning
driving in the rain.
I turned the radio off,
not interested in voices.
I repeated the lines to myself,
but I was driving
and it slipped away in curious, strange whis...
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Categories:
brattleboro, how i feel, image,
Form: Free verse
If the Moment Repeats
...If you want to accomplish something,
stop talking
If you want to get somewhere,
start walking
If you want to be someone,
stop wishing
If you find your table bare,
start fishing
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Categories:
brattleboro, life,
Form: Rhyme