On Writing

POEM A DAY – June 1

How in the fresh hell is it JUNE FIRST?! Well, it is. Shall we take it with a grin?

Just might…

this morning at three
outside with the dog to pee
(the dog peed out there, not me)

the immaculate blue moon 
when I looked up, made me swoon
her bright made my skin prune

bathed in her glorious light
I had a feeling that we just might
be extraordinarily all right 

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