A moan
  escapes
as I bend
  down,
arm propped 
 on a cooling stove
to 
  wipe up
one more
   spill
after one
  more day,
and as
  stubborn
streaks 
  slip away
I wonder, "Is
this where 
    my
poetry has gone?"
#smallpoems

  
Greg McVerry @jgmac1106