Author: Matt Keough

Leaves are lit from the street lamp behind
Still bright green from springtime sprouting
Still glistening from Sunday’s rain
Waving in the cool evening
Like a starter’s flag
They tell us
Go!

My poem-a-day project
got off to an awesome start

I would forego commerce,
preferring to make art

Then my time for leisure
dwindled, disappeared

Forgive me, my dear reader!
I’ve abandoned you, I fear.