Thursday, November 3, 2022

i am not counting the days By Keith Pearson


honest i am not
but there is something
ready to burst
in my chest
like a pod on
the last cat o nine tails
standing in the lowacres
foolish aged and proud
turned head on
to face the first
howling gale of
the coming winter.



Keith Pearson
I live in southern New Hampshire and works with special ed students at a local high school.



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