It was a hot, uncomfortable dog walk\u00a0this\u00a0morning. The poem that I\u00a0dictated into my\u00a0phone, which\u00a0initially\u00a0started with “Morning possibilities float on the breeze through the open window”<\/i>\u00a0turned into this…<\/i><\/p>\n
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The day’s promises lie pregnant under the front porch
\nSome mewling forth into life
\nOthers stillborn, only to be discarded
\nOr devoured<\/p>\n
Some days stay barren
\nYielding no fruit
\nCasting no shadows
\nLeaving no trace<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It was a hot, uncomfortable dog walk\u00a0this\u00a0morning. The poem that I\u00a0dictated into my\u00a0phone, which\u00a0initially\u00a0started with “Morning possibilities float on the breeze through the open window”\u00a0turned into this… The day’s promises lie pregnant under the front porch Some mewling forth into life Others stillborn, only to be discarded Or devoured Some days stay barren Yielding no … <\/p>\n