haiku- of sorts
fiction
edward w pritchard
[excuse the author if these posts have appeared elsewhere on the site]
Now and then I buy a new pen desperately trying to start my life over again
Have faith in the God, don't sell the IPO, up and up for reasons we don't know
County living is sweat, toil, busywork, mowing, planting, moving piles back and forth;perfect for a life without focus
Grandma didn't like me, me only seven, but she spoke to me as an adult, and fifty years later, I see she was looking through me and peering into my future
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