Day eighteen or twenty or something like that

dying vegetation

Flowers are nice

In this hour of inequity

Anything that will

Edge the scale in my favor

I need that subtle edge

As the light strikes her curves

And I left thinking

How could I get here

From there

Two corners a left

Then a right

Around a bend

Standing so beautiful

I’m left with a handful

Of dying vegetation

And a wistful expression

Chris McQueeney    10/6/14

I love this new computer. I am getting a lot of writing in and listening to a lot of music...and it makes the time go by faster. Today I am going to spend about an hour going through some of my poetry for publication,. Without the computer that would be impossible because there are no hard copy versions............