This was not an example of “first thought, best thought.” My actual first thought was “No wonder it’s so cold! Someone left the fridge open.”
I suppose it’s not too late to give up being a failed poet and pursue my second dream of being a failed comedian.
Published by Dave Bonta
I live in an Appalachian hollow in the Juniata watershed of central Pennsylvania, and spend a great deal of time walking in the woods. My books of poetry include FAILED STATE: HAIBUN, ICE MOUNTAIN: AN ELEGY, BREAKDOWN: BANJO POEMS, and ODES TO TOOLS.
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