I wrote the following poem one sunny afternoon as I sat and read a book and looked out the window and drank copious amounts of coffee at this place called planet coffee and watched a sparrow hop around on this concrete ledge with its little hoppy feet...planet coffee
weak times call for strong coffee
as soon as you can get it.
and “ought” is a killer
a lifesucker.
displace the word
fill your tub with something
until “ought” flows over the sides.
a bird hopping by
seemed to tell me this.
happily pecking at grit
and adding
“you can win some
and you can not win some
but you can never really lose.”
© Ciprianowords Inc. 2005
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