And when I die
my clothes will be folded neatly,
the dishes will be done
and put away.
My coffee pot will be clean
The trash will be out
all recyclables will be sorted.
The garage will be organized
My cars will be clean.
My pencils will be sharpened
all Ticonderoga Number Two
My laptop will be charged up.
And then...I can write again
and finish that book
But first? Another poem or
this thing I wrote this morning.
FTC
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