Thursday, April 12, 2012

Present Tense

I lock the door on my way out
The house stands empty
Just as I found it this morning,
I leave it.

I make my way down the sidewalk,
hoping I don't miss a bus.
It pulls up and I board
I turn on my music.

When I get home,
dirty dishes await me.
I ignore them for a minute while I
make dinner and catch up with my roommate.

We don't get the Bulls game on our TV,
so I watch it via Twitter while I
hammer out more poems and ice a sore shoulder.

As it gets later
the words slow down
I decide to call it a night
and end this poem right here.

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