Poets have words
Some days
But can put no good
Order to them--
Nothing pithy to say,
No revelations held,
Nothing even for therapy.
I'll just watch the leaves
shiver on emptying limbs
through the window now--
misplaced modifier aside.
Yet the day cries one word:
"Hallelujah!"
(Thank you to high school English class buddy Mike Barnes for the inspiration. Miss Stella would be proud of our collaboration.)
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