The Day That Got Away (Last Day of National Poetry Month)

Credit The Day That Got Away There it was, there it went. Where has it gone? I wish I knew  but I suspect, as I stifle back my yawn- it slipped away,  my today never to return  History, a mystery  for which  now I yearn. Too late, too short,  without further adieu, I bid youContinue reading “The Day That Got Away (Last Day of National Poetry Month)”