Too Early Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Too Early



Walking around, looking for a way to waste my time until
my appointment comes due.

Wanting very much to just sit down and write, I stop and
sit at a picnic table.

Under a tree, shade falling gently over me, I can now do
what it is I want - to write!

Saturday, May 31, 2014
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