The unwritten unwritten
the unpaid unpaid
the raw uncooked
beneath a blue-gray blanket
of clouds the land settles
broad brown hips
of hills stalwart
and voluptuous remain
unlooked at unappreciated
a hunger unfed
clutter unsorted and I
out of sorts (like my mail)
take another breath and try
to begin again
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: Shenandoah National Park
Courtesy US NPS
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