FebPoWriMo 5

Posted on by Joshua Keiter 
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