Her suitcase. My room. Paper to write.
Charlie Brown. Sentences stop.
Pictures distract. Issues to solve. Lines on my screen.
Drag the hose. Snip stems.
Flowers reach. Mint shoots.
Pitcher Bouquet.
Tomorrow is here. Right and now.
A snippet of what lies ahead and what is now. It's not an official poem, but it rings true to my thoughts right now.
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