Friday, June 23, 2017

Wasted Day Thus Far

Wasted Day Thus Far


I thought it was a wasted day
I don't know               

I had only written one poem
worked on four paintings

 I felt like I hadn't done much
 felt like a wasted day

then I walked out into the
courtyard and there was

my little kitty friend Belle. 
I knelt on the cobble stones

and stroked this dainty
pale orange cat,

who rolling begged for more.
it wasn't a wasted day after all.
















Paris 2017 #50

Sandy Kinnee

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