Poems in My Couch

Poems in My Couch

Cornered in the couch, I find my seat,
Typing on my laptop to complete
The words for each poem that I find
In couch cushions now flipped over in my mind.

I discover traces of earlier word play,
Feel crumbs on my fingers from cheerios,
But the hopes of finding change today
Will keep me digging for those

That I haven’t come across yet.
Besides, there’s some sort of thrill
In tossing the cushions at will,
No matter what you get.

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