Taking a moment to be in it,
as nasty squalls are due.
Stroking an old dog who’s ridden a storm,
but still doesn’t breathe ’till they’re through.
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This is the sixth poem of my personal 30-day poetry challenge to break away from the machine to think about things that don’t matter. I have no idea what I’m doing. – Jim
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Sep 13, 2017
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