Odd lines

Ink on the page
On my fingers
Change the cartridge
Change the day, the time, the month
Stains scrubbed, remain
Things in our pores
Stain, shame
Memories that sting
Regret is not to be
Mistakes help us learn
Repeated like a monk’s chant

Shout at the kids
Then feel bad
Worry about health and life and future
Look to windward and the source
Chemical reactions all around
Growing plants or compost decay
Garden time
Plant the seeds and wait
Rid me of those weeds
Hoe, pluck, pull, watch
Water the patch, check for pests
Was April so cruel?

Odd lines
11
then
13
then 15
The clock’s frame.
NO MORE THAN 40 LINES!
Scribbled and scratched
No sense and nonsense
Days when you’re down
Get up, bounce back
Thirst for the dance
Watching rain
Walk away from fear
Hope.

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