Monday, August 22, 2011

Rush, Rush!

(a postcard poem)

Faxes sent and received…
paid by PayPal…
Retirement card brought,
all it needs is a note…

Lost a reading contest to take a pretty girl,
who always pays for our outings,
to a fancy restaurant, but don’t mind so
much because the guy who won
wanted to take his wife out for their 27th anniversary,
but couldn’t afford it because the live on a fixed income.
I’m a bit of a romantic, you see.

Homework’s done,
writing group assignment’s all read,
comments aligned in mind to spout
when time comes.
Even poetry postcard is ready early.

I give myself a moment to breathe.

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