FRIDAY AFTERNOON
The sun high in the sky
My wind chime
Captures a gentle breeze
Sings a song complete
The “what” of the song
Is not known
There are no words
To describe the feeling
Traverse the streets
Stone faces stare
Clouds bank high
Above the mountains
You leave the room
I am alone
Empty without you
June 8, 2018
poetry, publishing, and mentoring
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a place for poetry
a community of people reading & writing poems, moving words
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