cough like old men.
Some days here - just here -
feels like the top of the world,
despite the supermarket and broken glass.
A blog where I talk about the reading, writing, post the Tuesday Poem and, sometimes, show some knitting.
Showing posts with label April Poem 4. Show all posts
Showing posts with label April Poem 4. Show all posts
Monday, April 06, 2015
Poem 4
The crows gather in the carpark
cough like old men.
Some days here - just here -
feels like the top of the world,
despite the supermarket and broken glass.
cough like old men.
Some days here - just here -
feels like the top of the world,
despite the supermarket and broken glass.
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