I don't have a poem done yet, and I don't think it's going to happen today. I might be able to squeeze something out, but it won't be making it to the mailbox tonight.
I'm going to blame it on traveling back to Maryland, but that's really an excuse I could have written one while I was on the plane ride. Or instead of watching that episode of HawthoRNe, I could have written one. And instead of trying to finish reading The People of Paper, I could have written one.
It's my fault.
I didn't make writing the poem a priority.
I still have about 40 minutes before this day is officially over though...so off I go.
P.S. I had 4 postcards in
the mailbox waiting for me
when I got home.