Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem. While picking up the dog’s frisbee on our walk today, I discovered Scott’s lost glove, run over and deteriorating in the old road. Ugh. Scott said, “Did you bring it home?”
No, I did not touch it.
And so, a poem…
Poetry
Ugh. I Found the Glove
Have you ever wondered
Sheri Edwards
what happens to lost gloves?
Ugh. I found one
lost long ago
I’m not that picky
But this glove
is no longer pretty—
You don’t have to wonder—
I’ll just show you, and then leave it be.
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Poetry/Photography
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