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Omar Hafidi

Omar Hafidi

 Toward the end of the game
There are few letters to choose from
   Some years they’re all consonants
   Some years they’re merely vowels
Either way words are hard to find
   Toward the end of the game

   And near the end of the year
There are few places left open to play
   Anything longer than a quick night cap
   Or perhaps a skinny Starbucks latte
Either at the bar or while on the run
   When near the end of the year

   Toward the end of your life
There are few people who matter
   Friends with whom you can misspell
   Or even split that infinitive or two
Without their taking some offense
   Towards the end of your life

“When he died, we buried my father at Quaeenzieburn
To make use of the triple word score.” ~ Jasper Fforde


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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  1. of scrabble and sunsets


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