190 During an assignment.

“Writing poetry is tough!”
he said,
as he sat on the grass of the emerald outfield
under a turquoise sky
with a cool, early spring breeze
carassesing him.
His Mother offering him lines and lines of gifts
if he would just accept them, unwrap them.

Then,
writing poetry
would be like.

breathing.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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