With but an hour left before poetry month completely passes me by (with the whirring noise of work and presentations), I thought I would do one small thing to commemorate it. That small thing is to share with you a poem I once wrote.*

Ahem.

Meditation on our existence upon this spinning blue marble called Earth

Gummi bear
On the floor,
All alone.
It was red.

*I have written more than one poem since exiting that particular phase of teenagerdom. I am not proud of this fact. I am proud of the fact that every poem since then has been funny.