Yesterday’s poem of the morning (mine).


I’m wearing all my rings this morning

Norah Jones is singing about flowers growing


in the frozen snow, how it’s all a show

She’s saying everything she wants to in a song


It will take me my life to say everything I want to

especially on the topic of hands and feet and happy


I shined up all my rings this morning

The broken turquoise one, the thin swoop of gold


from Sam that I wore for weeks after her surgery

I shined my only sapphire and my TAYLOR ring


given to me by whom I can’t remember

What’s the point if I can’t remember who gave it to me there still


must be a point

I have fat thumbs and new sandals


from Moya who said, Oh just take them

they’re your going away present you’re going


away now you’ll remember me



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