I hope they're right about how much of life is just showing up. Got a headache, feel like hell. All I have are a couple handfuls of morose lines that formed in my head as I drove home from Annapolis.
Dirt hazes my windshield,
clouds clot the sky, insinuating rain
as I take the road.
All the edges are knocked off
and though my tires clutch the gravel,
though my….
Perhaps new wiper blades. Perhaps sunshine.
Perhaps something that will clear my head.
Maybe I can come up with more later. Right now I'm just here to keep my promise that I'll write a "poem" a day.
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