Rue Confessions

by James Finn Garner

It’s time for apple picking
I need to clean the gutters
Might fix that drawer that’s sticking
Closet mess gives me shudders

Books to read, letters to pen,
Chores too numerous to name
I’d trade all this, plus more again
If I could watch another game.

 

One Reply to “Rue Confessions”

  1. Fall leaves turn orange, so long green
    Around the corner’s Halloween
    How seasons fly
    We heave a sigh
    The Cubs no more in seventeen. — Hilary Barta

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