And I Might Have Dropped An F Bomb Or Seven

Earlier tonight, the last year
went missing a quarter-hour.

Punches were thrown
at the air in frustration.

These were the blessed,
knobby minutes I’d been

waiting five decades to
collate and catalogue.

Steve Brightman lives in Akron, OH, with his wife and their parrot. He firmly believes that there are only two seasons: winter and baseball.

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