
One-a-day for a year.
365 poems written.
Job done.
Mission accomplished.
So why do I feel compelled
to write a poem this morning?
Done isn’t the same
as finished.
© 2026 Bruno Talerico
-thoughts on life, death and gardening.
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One-a-day for a year.
365 poems written.
Job done.
Mission accomplished.
So why do I feel compelled
to write a poem this morning?
Done isn’t the same
as finished.
© 2026 Bruno Talerico
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