Lesson 30
A bird flew into my roomone afternoon, and before I screamed,
before the normal responses
of jumping up and bolting off
my chair, yelling for my mom,
and contemplating total abandon,
for the briefest of moments I thought
what a terrific poem this would make.
What a terrible job I’ve done at that!
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2024-11-05 at 00:34
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