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Just a place to share my poetry, because sometimes people ask.

Sunday, February 16, 2014

595 House Poetry Project- (front room)




(front room)
It was duct tape and ants,
Sleeping bags.
Quick sand and
Roaring fires.
Books and prayer,

Half-moon eyelashes.
Brown fur and browner claws
Holding tight 

to old, flat floors.
Windows large 
with rain drops

Tree tears.
Eyes growing each year, 
Unable to blink,
They keep

 careful watch.

 

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