Friday, November 17, 2006

peanut butter optimism

the butter knife reaches into darker angles
its serrated edge scrapes the bottom
for those last sticky sweet reserves of will
to paste on as a smile
so I can say with convincing demeanor
it is well and it will stay well

This is a poem I wrote at a time when I practiced William Stafford's practice of writing a poem a day. I was going through those poems - most which were written and immediately forgotten. This one reflects how I feel now.

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