I unintentionally deleted an important Powerpoint file that I have spent hours and hours working on, and then in an effort to clear up space on my laptop, I emptied the Recycle Bin. I've tried assorted recovery suggestions, but it's gone, gone, gone.
Alas.
Losing the file made me realize how woefully disorganized my folders are, so I'm doing some housekeeping today.
Lo, I found a free-floating poem I wrote a while ago. It's now tucked safely into a folder where I may or may not ever find it again, so I'm putting it here, so it can live on da blog with assorted other poems. Pretty sure I had a melody in my brain for it, but that's deleted and emptied from my mental recycle bin, oh well.
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Waiting for the Kiln to Cool
Oh I’m waitin’ for the kiln to coo-oo-oo-ool;
Temp’s gotta drop first--I ain’t no fool!
I worked too long on chipmunks, vases, and cups!
To lift the lid now risks thermal-shock blow ups.
Well, I say that’s the case, but truth be told,
Sometimes impatient, feeling risky and bold,
Throwing caution to the wind, anti-erudite,
I peek inside the kiln above two hundred Fahrenheit!
And the pots, they go
Ping,
Ping,
Ping.
In the warm air of the
Spring,
Spring,
Spring,
So I shut the lid, and I
Sing
Sing
Sing
about waitin’ for the kiln to cool….
