Round, like a spaceship
Black, like the dirt it finds
Whirring, like a mix-master
Bumping into chairs, tables,
Couches, beds, walls, doors
Bouncing, spinning, random
Cleaning of rugs, hard-wood floors.
Speaking when stuck,
Full of dirt, needing to recharge.
I am needed to open paths,
Lift cords, put furniture back,
Carry to charger–spouse can
Watch Trump on TV–uncleanable.
- Steve Shoemaker, Urbana, IL
Views from the Edge 
I fully agree with Mona.
Hope problem with breathing clears up. Not very comfortable.
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I hope so, too, Carolyn. He sent a verse this morning, just published here, so his mind is still mighty fine.
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I mean, I REALLY like this!
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I do too, Mona. News tonight is not so good. Wearing heart monitor for 48 hours to help determine problem with breathing.
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I am so sorry …
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Thanks, Mona. He sent a verse this morning, just published on Views from the Edge, so I know he’s doing his thing.
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