There... Nothing To Do
Poem — Challenge Entry: The Road Drops Here
There... nothing to do. Fall begins and my summer just sits. A sudden emptiness, in July— a hollowness picked. Goodbye to Spring. Tripping! For too early— in July. Every now and then, the betweens... with snow. What’s left to do is wander into sto', search the glo', curl slow into a fetal pose, and wait. There... nothing to do. In July. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
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K.A. Smith
K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
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