Day Poems
- Christopher R. Moore
The Big Race is near It's a 10K, maybe 5 Have I no legs? Tea leaves ring the sink I get up to brush my hair The ocean has no mind. The teacher speaks to me I listen She's French. I am quite tired The book is left open on the table; a fly ponders. Words fill the classroom Figures litter the paper I can't pay attention. The cup is empty Coffee grounds on the counter The car speeds off.