NaPoWriMo 2017: day 29



Saturday heat
wave sitting
under a fan
sipping lemonade
not writing lists
of things to do
to get our house
on the market

which later
became a poem
about a moment
I spent
not writing lists
on the penultimate
day of April 2017

(maybe I should
have written
that list,
but I didn't.)

(but then would
it have become
a poem tonight?
I do not know.)

(but did it deserve to
become a poem,
this poem?
I hope so.)