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In step

Time, so they say,
always marches on

its cadence, precise
as any honor guard

Mostly.

Time is sometimes
less a rhythm, more
a tuning of a ukulele
MY
dog DOG

has

HAS fleas.
fleas.

My
dog
has
fleas

Time sometimes
stumbles, but always
finishes the parade

By poetluckerate

I am a poet, writer, and teacher who moved from Minnesota to New Orleans in 2008 then returned to Minnesota in 2018 - hopefully, to stay.

I lived in the most urban of settings, and the rural Midwest. These perspectives impact my writing in very unique ways.