The FAB&PP Poem of the Month for February 2024
29 Days...
bluejays pecking
at lawn
debris
stale
cookies hiding in
a
forgotten jar
the day
comes
when
i
start tucking
my
t-shirts
into
my underwear
the question is:
am i scuffing my
heels
along
deliberately to put
on a show (for myself) or
am i
too
old to "pick up
my feet"
it's
a winter
poem