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Jun 2015
defined by daily chores responsibilities
next months rent payment
fear of utilities cut off
how to eat on $10 a month,
I rather would buy milk for the stray cat
IΒ Β adopted
a cuddly friend
that had four cute kittens who
so far with me have
a roof and water and a place to meow
explore
and a slice of my baloney
my bare feet to play with
so, am I wrong to play make believe?
To spend my off time from
the daily grind, the labors of surviving,
enraptured by the beautiful sunsets,
is it wrong for me to dream?
I clipped a rose from a bush today,
brought it home, in water in a plastic cup on
this cluttered desk full of pen and papers, erasures
cigarette ashes aspirin and allergy capsules,
It the one bud glows in true beauty,
hope and nature and memories,
her petals a new play toy for my imagination,
and the kitties paws.
wordvango
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