by Janet McMillan Rives
Bits, pieces, scraps
strewn everywhere
no order no continuity
no plan no desire
to look forward
and me too shredded
not whole at all
parts of me here
other parts there a thought
not worth thinking
an idea going nowhere.
Tomorrow.
I’ll pick up the pieces
tomorrow.
Janet McMillan Rives resides in Tucson, Arizona. Her poetry has appeared such journals as Lyrical Iowa, Raw Art Review, Ekphrastic Review, Heirlock, Sandcutters, The Blue Guitar, and Fine Lines. Herchapbook, Into This Sea of Green: Poems from the Prairie, was published in 2020. Kim McNealy Sosin is an Emerita Professor of Economics at the University of Nebraska Omaha. Her post-retirement interests include writing and photography. Her poems and photographs have appeared in Fine Lines, Failed Haiku, Daily Haiga, Voices from the Plains, Landscape Magazine, The Heron’s Nest, Wanderlust Journal, Ekphrastic Review, Global Poemic, and Sandcutters.
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