Pruned Roses
Pruned the rose bushes. Made me feel like Meade, only less skillful.
It was hot, but I shouldn't have worn shorts.
UPDATE:
Meade ripostes with this:
Then he adds:
I thought I was writing prose, but any time someone takes my prose for poetry, I won't complain.
Also I've changed the ex-title of this piece from "Bittersweet Roses," which was misleading, to my first idea, "Pruned Roses."
It was hot, but I shouldn't have worn shorts.
UPDATE:
Meade ripostes with this:
Pruned a poem of Richard's. Made me feel like me.
It was hot. That's the long and shorts of it.
Then he adds:
Pruned Richard's poem.
A koan co-Ann:
It was long and hot
but should I've shortened it?
I thought I was writing prose, but any time someone takes my prose for poetry, I won't complain.
Also I've changed the ex-title of this piece from "Bittersweet Roses," which was misleading, to my first idea, "Pruned Roses."
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