key
on my computer and deleted the whole thing.
It
was damned good poetry too. Unfortunately,
my
foggy, old-age memory could not reconstitute
the
piece word for word. What I can recall was
the
first line—Thinking about you today, and what
you
might be thinking, what you may have to say?
I
spoke of revelations and situations profound and
profane.
Then came the unfortunate delete key
stroke
followed by ensuing brain drain. Oh, ’tis a
mighty
shame. Could have been an eloquent verse
which
may have brought me some litterary acclaim.
I
made reference to our sharing slices of life’s
pie,
your preference being blueberry, and apple
being
mine. I mentioned forming a more perfect
union,
you and I. And there was so much more
which
escapes me in my current pissed-off state,
stuff
about which I had hoped you could relate.
But
then, I was wondering about you not so much
me
today. What might you be thinking, what pro-
found
or profane you may have to say? Who can say,
today
possibly could have been monumental in the
history
of you and me. Let me know…Sincerely, Me.
Chris
Hanch 10-24-19
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