Sunday Series # 5

A series of rough drafts written on Sundays.

This particular poem is an old draft I stumbled across recently. I decided to post it tonight in honor of February and the month of Valentines.


Today love is not roses or romance.
Today love is a room full of high school students,
laughing and listening.

Today love is smiling
for a seventeen mile stretch
of 280.

It is one Hershey’s kiss,
one basket made of old magazines,
and the sunlit knowledge
that I have stepped into my calling.


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