MOIST

room
walls that run
the dust and pitted realms
cascade surreality

why are there no photos
Everywhere
sitting casting our notions
like nickles in a fountain

sitting in the rain
and wondering
this symphony of great
heaviness dancing

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

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Region, Country: north ontario, CAN

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Comments

Esker

14 years ago

Hey Rosi

been busy Love your works Emotive and true
never know what to say but I read them
Thanks for the great comment
There are memories many many without the photos it changes
thats all thank you