Dama desanimadamente

One night returned to read these lines.
Slow news day—
Rains coming:
Dama desanimadamente

Upset all week,
Patients die every day.
Wisht he’d stop.
Dama desanimadamente

Untrod beaches,
Another lonely holiday.
Unwatched sunsets:
Dama desanimadamente

Walk the doggy,
Tonight’s meal on the chipped china tray.
Que paso,
Dama desanimadamente?

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About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

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