Hard to Carry
Yesterday was hard to carry.
A fight with someone in my community
(words calculated to wound).
Then I lost my prescription bifocals
somewhere in the library.
I want to draw these things
into some kind of grand conclusion
or pivot on a "But!" and tell you
that Lisa sent me a postcard
with her watercolour of a cabin in the woods.
Poetry by Uncle Meridian

Written on 2025-04-21 at 07:20




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