5
I don’t know what’s in me today
It doesn’t feel like much of a poem.
A broken egg yolk
Crumbs stuck to the bottom of my feet
The smell of exhaust trapped in the humidity
I woke up to bees breakfasting
In the tree outside my window
And was exhausted, but glad
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This poem found it’s way! Good job.
nicely done.