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The Concrete Poet
Poems
Aug 2019
tomorrow's screen door
the handle of the screen door
i grab hold as the sun set tries to hide
mischievously laughing ...almost infantile
the shadows join in
with peeks and the boos...
their darkness anything but frightening
as i enter my home
summer's reflection astonishes me
awe me..
reflections off of anything that shimmers
the sun plays for the last time this day
i draw my curtains on another day...
the only light allowed is light that i control
my feet now slide and slip on the showers suds
an owl now asks ,WHO is listening to its own idle chatter
by the wolf howling moonlight,
WHO is merely assumptions
crickets sing almost to fill the void of any silence
i awaken with a lullaby by birds...
birds that coo and ease my ill fading soul...
the song i yearn when i grab the handle of the screen door
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