Friday afternoon in Las Vegas
Cat lies on the couch
Birds flutter in the front yard
Tomorrow is May
It's the last day of April, I'm tired. I want to curl up like the cat lying on the back of the couch. I still have work to do before going to bed. It's Friday, I would love to relax this weekend and do nothing. Instead, I'll do laundry on Saturday and then perhaps a picnic on Sunday.
I have one more poem to complete before 8:45 PM Saturday. I'm having a bit of trouble with this form. I write the first verse and then draw a blank. I'm going to attempt it again tonight and see what happens.
Words stuck in my brain
They float in and out of sight
Clouds in a blue sky
Birds flutter in the front yard
Tomorrow is May
It's the last day of April, I'm tired. I want to curl up like the cat lying on the back of the couch. I still have work to do before going to bed. It's Friday, I would love to relax this weekend and do nothing. Instead, I'll do laundry on Saturday and then perhaps a picnic on Sunday.
I have one more poem to complete before 8:45 PM Saturday. I'm having a bit of trouble with this form. I write the first verse and then draw a blank. I'm going to attempt it again tonight and see what happens.
Words stuck in my brain
They float in and out of sight
Clouds in a blue sky
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