“From: Martha”

An artist left her bed
to return 13 minutes later
to a new day
to a new room
to a new motivation
that the others
finally
would not ruin.
This would be the twenty ninth day of summer
and finally
she discovered what the others were missing.
It was raining outside
but the construction workers
are louder than the rain,
always.
An artist left her bed
to return 13 minutes later
to a new day.

narrative poem written on 06-30-2010 by: on mattkane.com
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