How do I feel about it?
You know, post-its in the shredder?
I use the shreds for mulch,
Stilll…
Most of the time
When I write
It already
Feels like
I am going to war.
I make notes
To take note.
Relieved?
Like a trapped possum,
Hissing
As I unspring the trap.
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A sorta response (or maybe a sorta tunnel burrowed down)
https://dogtrax.edublogs.org/2024/02/13/poem-response-words-for-compost/
Kevin