It's Still Life

Miz Quickly asked earlier this week, or maybe it was last, that we take a rotten poem and rework it. Improvement is the aim. Well, my eyes are not what they used to be; my aim is off. This is still rotten, but I’ve started dreaming about this sucker, so it’s time to move on. Admit defeat. This is a stinker. (ps: I’ll come back to it another time; I’m determined to make this thing work.)