Day Six: The observational poem, written using verbs, nouns and adjectives you see looking out your window.
The grass is still damp
when I take thirteen steps
to ground level and smell
dinner simmering downstairs.
I tread lightly in the sunlight,
bereft of my memories,
for I have left them indoors.
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Playing on my iTunes at this very moment:
Pusha T & Kendrick Lamar, Nosetalgia
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