Thursday, February 24, 2022

I was.


Dear Writers,

I was sorting through some papers, and found "I Was."  It's a little poem, and I am putting it here, for you, if you want it.  

I was.

I was going
To tell you
About how it is here, where I live.

About the beauty of it all.  
The branches, the breeze,
Even the chrome and the people;

But a man was walking 
Across the road and 
His shirt said, his chest read, in big, block letters: