FebPoWriMo 5

Between a busted tire 
And a play going wrong
We might have anticipated
The year and some
We moved together
A kiss with fabric
Over our faces at the door
At least means we get
To spend our evenings
Mastering tasks we never
Expected to encounter
Ringing in each circle
Beginning with no end
Glasses foggy still in sight
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By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher