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
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