The Periodic Pleasure

Poetry

I have brought you a woman, world, born of the sweat of my brow. clear and expressive, she will sip her coffee and smell and taste — write it in a notebook, ask a few questions, tear out the page. she will fold it and mail it as a card to somebody who will make sense of it and think, there’s someone who cares about my day to day to day on this spinning goodbye world.

true card, handwritten letter. periodic pleasure of small happenings — dusts you all over, lifts you on your feet to go back kicking and screaming a song of victory into this spinning goodbye world.

©Daniel, 2024

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