I sweep the kitchen tiles
As ancient Hope dog
Mostly blind
Dogs my scented shadow's movement
Smelling the day
I've swept into the air
Friday, July 17, 2020
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I began writing poems in third grade. During adolescence I wrote the bulk of my words. Expressing that urge to be understood or maybe trying to understand my own feelings. I haven't written much in the past 15 years, but I need to thank my HS English teacher for continuing as long as I did. Thanks Mr. Jim Springer!
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