i am cabbage

For more than forty years I have been a sometimes poet. Thoughts have rattled around this old head of mine like rocks in a tin can. To push these thoughts away so I could get on with the business of living I wrote them down, tossed them in my desk drawer. Sometimes I would rediscover them, reread the pile, and throw away any that I did not like at that moment. After retirement I decided to empty the drawer.