If I were to write good enough poems for a year could dates be titles?
I don’t think I can actually write a poem like today, I do.
We sit on a porch more than a porch. Write a song then, actually sing.
we all need this day waited months for cold to end finally flowers
every day’s a poem even when there are no words a poem you can’t say
So much I don’t do Though doing doesn’t matter what matters is now