A very old picture with a new poem. I gotta get back in writing shape for the new year Make me one of those resolution to write every day, write at least 1-3 poems a day. And get ready to publish that damn book that I keep telling myself I am going to get published.
I
I took
the time to analyze
the tiny,
empty hollow
right
below my right eye.
A stoic
spot, not a lot
going on
there, not
much but
a few light
wrinkles
weaving their way
across
the vast land mass
of my
ever-aging flesh, which
laughingly
calls itself my face.
Woodie 12-o2-18
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