Morphing Verse

I try to write poems.

Friday, January 17, 2014

A guise curtsies
and hints at something
somewhere else--

a child bare on dark wet pavement,
a youth trapped in isolation's thicket,
a man alone--

and smiles when it says,
"I'm well too, and yes
it is warm today."
Posted by Peripheral at 10:28 PM
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