Breakfast
this morning
Is roll
over,
Sleep
another hour.
I walk thru
the park
Feeling
foreign,
Crying.
I lean
against the sink,
Eat tuna
from the can,
Still
hungry.
It is difficult to choose which poems to begin a blog. I don’t have favorites. Some are old, as much as forty years. Some are new. The ones I share with you survived the cut. My newspaper essays can be viewed at www.MontanaTumbleweed.blogspot.com All poetry is copyrighted. Please contact author for permission to use.
This too shall pass and coffee ___________________________________________________________________________________________...
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