Lists

Here is the third poem that Dreich just published!

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I

Lists are my saving graces.

They are clouds resting on the sea

in early evening.

They are walks on the beach that bless my life.

Setting suns see my lists

as taking off blinkers

II

for tasks that interest me.

My mouth moistens with the training.

No more dryness of throat.

But, will I need a list to breathe one day?

Will I need one to eat?

Saving, stinging scribbles.