Thursday Afternoon- Haug Sauer, 3rd floor
I laughed out loud at a funny story
ended up with a line at my door
I had to tell the story 3 times more
. . .
I'd leave school those days
tired from teaching
drunk with poetry
eating raw veggies
for dinner
my car's thermometer
read forty below
driving to and fro for over an hour
an hour to myself
to think
and study
or pray
. . .
Too bad I can't bring a butterfly back
with every poem I write
Maybe I should dedicate proceeds from one of my books
for butterfly sanctuaries
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