Poem a Day 2026

 buffalo pizza

 left atop a trash can

glistens in the morning sun

like marigolds on a gravestone

last night i dreamt of her

croaking rose on the stairs

as i passed

the frightful feeling that she might

sap some of this life force

so pulsing and strong

to keep afloat

but she's gone now

and that itself is a gaping gash

calling into being

a new carefulness

for keeping clear of the edges