Good enough is good enough for me

Too many cardboard boxes 
Too few written poems
Pending late responses
And reasons to say no

East and West are nonsense
No matter where you go
The same old faulty conscience
But in the other room

My baby is relaxing
One-liners on his phone
I always hear him laughing
The sound can keep me warm

And in the dewy lawn
โ€˜Fore which Iโ€™ve made my home
A robin hops the fence
And dandelions grow

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