Ruminating Poems

the next day

sitting here staring at that blinkin' cursor
having nothing other than that buzzing
familiar as the chirping of Spring
anticipating the rusting of Fall
Super moon has come and gone
time to unstiffen carpal joints
click, clack; clickity, clack

the next day

sitting here staring at that blinkin' cursor
having nothing other than that buzzing
familiar as the chirping of Spring
anticipating the rusting of Fall
Super moon has come and gone
time to unstiffen carpal joints
click, clack; clickity, clack

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  Red Brick Keshner (1 poems about Ruminating)