for those never-repeat moments,
shame I don’t have space
is the love of who rubs close
what matters really
the time to figure out
life, and youth and heart,
it’s all too consuming, of
the allure of work
mood grumping
productivity slumping
I’m a weak iron filing
my desk’s a deadly magnet
A poem for Day 30 of NaPoWriMo: a poem in reverse (last line first)
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Most attractive imagery, literally and figuratively!