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Lexington Poetry Month



We pray the good times roll and what’s dead stays buried.
Mothballs, cake, and bitters in the cabinet,
mudstains on the carpet telltale under the table.
We’re a day ahead of schedule but well-behind on laundry,
can’t tell clean from dirty half the time. 
Self-care comes second when she’s on the table,
think I’m remembering what it’s like to forget. 

4 responses to “untitled”

  1. Sylvia Ahrens says:

    Love the poem and its details! Nicely done. (Although I do yearn a good title)

  2. Linda Bryant says:

    The poem has a lot to offer and great details. I agree about the title.

  3. A. Taylor says:

    Love the barrage of images here.

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