Here's day seven's submission of NaPoWriMo (a poem a day for the month of April in honor of National Poetry Month):
What Do I know?
I’m not going to do it.
What Do I know?
I’m not going to do it.
I said that once or twice.
and pushed myself away from the fence.
The fence I was sitting on.
No. You’re wrong.
I’ve been known to argue.
Offending the person I directed that toward.
Not caring because I knew I was right.
Go this way.
I have directed with my hands and words and feet.
Not knowing if I was heading the right direction.
Or the wrong one.
I wish I hadn’t done that!
I’ve said to myself more than once.
I spin around in a circle.
But then, what do I know?
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