Took this photo on Friday. A New Year's poem (again, of sorts). Started and finished my poem yesterday. I haven't been able to do this a lot. That's because whether I'm last minute or not doesn't seem to affect the quality of the poem either way. Thanks for reading this year.
But Up
not had
by some
escalator
of hope.
An uber
of mensches
run you down
while you wait.
Watch won't
tell you
when miles
equal grand
art in
motion.
Masses
transit.
This step
first thing
been right
all year.
But Up
not had
by some
escalator
of hope.
An uber
of mensches
run you down
while you wait.
Watch won't
tell you
when miles
equal grand
art in
motion.
Masses
transit.
This step
first thing
been right
all year.
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