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202: Spring

  • sarahrachare
  • Apr 20, 2022
  • 1 min read

All I want to do

is to go to the beach and write poetry.

Is that too much to ask?

When did adulting become a full-time gig?

When did the recycling start to reproduce

and why does the laundry take a trillion hours to dry?

It’s spring now.

It will be summer soon

So at least once we must,

we just must

go to the beach and write poetry.

The sun sent her invite.

It would be rude to say no.


Written by Sarah Speed // Writing the Good

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