Anticipation

It is not unusual for me to discover something I have written, weeks, months, or even years after the words originally spilled from my right arm or my fingertips.  If it was hand written, it might be in a notebook, or on a piece of bond paper, or even a serviette.  If I wrote it on the keyboard, I usually find it the day I do some file management and back up work.  And that was today.  I wrote this on my birthday.  It was a long anticipated birthday and slid past with very little hoopla.  I like it.  Today, I gave it the title.

I have a thousand poems.  Some day I will make a book.

  ~~nancy

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