April 17, 2015 § 1 Comment
should have could have been dusting, or
life is too short for tearing up salad greens
which is why I buy them pre-
packaged, no time these days for I can’t which is some other story
that doesn’t stand up
Tagged: napowrimo, poems, poetry month, writer's life
Hah! And some days, I find life too short for anything but planting salad greens. Which, when harvested young enough, require no tearing at all. 🙂
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