I have snips of things I’ve written while journaling for this month.  That’s good because some days there just isn’t enough time – life happens.

I got a snip and tweaked it a bit and then went in search of a journal picture I knew I had, and there you go.  Today’s poem for NaPoWriMo, Day 4.  So far so good.

This picture is a true story.  That really did show up in my coffee cup in 1995.

Expectations reign
drop into my coffee
making swirls, pretentious
as tea leaves, form a bird
promise me escape