Wasn'T Bad At First Poem by David Howerton
Wasn'T Bad At First
Colorful gray sky moves east
with aching day.
Turn outside for walk
and with luck
work out kinks in sore muscles.
Cool air slows exhaustion
makes for a better walk
on tree covered streets after dark.
Smells of dinners mingle
on evening wind
overlaid by wood smoke
better than staying home.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
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