There was nothing on my front porch but quiet
and my hand hanging from my wrist for a few decades more,
and here I am trying to spoil all that.
Tuesday poem #577 : Henry Gould : AUTUMN LEAVES
17 hours ago
AFTER-WORDS : Response : imitation : riff : homage : voices in dialogue : lines spidering between authors : letterspace : connectors : weavings : sound-offs : TEXTUAL PING-PONG
2 comments:
Lovely text Sean!
dangling over hot Bollywood actress!woof!
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