Wednesday, April 26, 2023

NaPoWriMo, Day Twenty-Six, Poem Twenty-Six

 
 
Blame

Guilt only
has stomach
to go to. 

Upchuck
stops here
at feet.

Intent
makes good
roads, whips.

Old adult,
this remains
true birthright.

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