December 10, 2016

Those of us with memories
Are horrified. We know the old adage;
Those who don't, repeat.

Pride is not a trait desired.
Hang it up with arrogance,
But both are claiming they'll

Run things soon. Hide.
What sort of leader wants
To take away a child's

Only hot meal of the day?

This is Poem #216 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I challenged myself to spend a year in which I’d wake most mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee. By the end of the year,  I had written 241 poems.  Here, I have published second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state.