(2) Don’t Want to Write–I’d Rather Be: Complaining

The sun
drills its agenda
through the western window
reinforcing dominance
on a Sunday afternoon–
sight impaired until
a blanket cumulus
soothes corneas, looms
before our daily heater
pierces and banishes it.
Misery once again.

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Author: Aidan Badinger

Wharved.com I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children.

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