Profligate



Yesterday, mowing day,

clipped grass and
yanked weeds 
between onions
the light was breezy,
was a sweat-easy day—
like short fortunes they come now & then
which to the last cent you spend.
Later, a clueless profligate, you wonder
where all that fortune went.
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.Jim Culleny
5/28/13

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