It's National Poetry Month! (Daily Poem #1)

People are writing a poem a day. I think this is the point at which I throw up my hands, drag this blog out of its neglected state and use it as a dumping ground for my own entries. I reserve the right to conflate "poetry" and "flash fiction" like a dirty cheater.

Let's do this thing.

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Dusty plates and bowls; cups with sugar scabbing at the bottom; predictably, flies. A line of ants making use of all this crap. A pair of eyes: unpredictably, dry. And a note apologising to the stranger who'll have to clean up.