Poems · Poemvember 2018 · poetry · Uncategorized


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Saturday mornings at the Boston Ballet are full of wonderful secrets.

I wasn’t supposed to, but I kinda did overhear two excited women exchanging words.

Although, I must admit, I never heard the words ‘pebble lettuce” used in combination before.

But, that’s what I heard.

So now my day will be spent trying to learn what ‘pebble lettuce’ might be.

I kinda wish people would keep their excited conversations to a barely audible level.

It’s rude to let other people overhear your private conversations.

And, oh so much work.

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