An instructive word play, as heard in my head on my run this morning: For God’s sake, woman: Practice a little pa (sshhhh…) ence and compa (sshhhh….) ion with yourself!

And a poem for your Sunday morning reading pleasure, with hopes that some of my own writing will soon follow suit (especially if I follow those instructions):

The Bagel

by David Ignatow

I stopped to pick up the bagel
rolling away in the wind,
annoyed with myself
for having dropped it
as it were a portent.
Faster and faster it rolled,
with me running after it
bent low, gritting my teeth,
and I found myself doubled over
and rolling down the street
head over heels, one complete somersault
after another like a bagel
and strangely happy with myself.


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