Lexington Poetry Month is officially over, but I tried to drag it out a tiny bit longer by waiting to post my final poem until today. I suppose this means I have to come up with a new graphic. Maybe I’ll paint something…
Reblogged from the Lexington Poetry Month blog.
The end
until the fat lady sings
until the last dog is dead
until we all go home
until lightning strikes
until I say so
until it’s over
it ain’t over
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