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Jan 2020
Every time I tried
to draw a straight edge

there was always a bump
in the road

I stopped so long ago
trying to be exact

it only takes one burn
that scars the hand
to never again

want to cook
or go near a stove


Whit Howland © 2020
A meditation about an object.
Whit Howland
Written by
Whit Howland
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   Carlo C Gomez
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