Was

Was going type up a long post. Something I haven’t done in awhile. But right now I’m dealing with cramps. So I’ll write something for tomorrow at lunchtime. Meanwhile , my latest poem. Wrote in the summer, one morning.

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Crows and white skies,
woke me up this morning.
Other things too, helped.

But I'm trying to let go
of those things. It's hard though -

I can't detached this head
from this aging body of mine.