napowrimo #4, a.k.a. the lunch break poem
OK kids. This is what happens when NaPoWriMo is on the line and you have a full day of work followed by a graduate class followed by drinks with friends: you have to write your daily poem on your lunch break.
And you don’t have time to find the prompts and so you read the poems that are delivered to your mailbox every day like this one the Academy of American poets sent me today.
Here is my attempt at a poem:
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Sappy, yes. And probably incomplete. But lunch is over. And I must leave it.