A homebound soldier...
alone in a hotel
with a Gideon Bible
Old Arthur Whitman's Model A
dusting down the road
Seems so fragile
August mist on Frenchman Bay
shrouds for schoonermen past
V-J Day
Mother's radio
plays the Andrews Sisters
An attempt to communicate my reaction to light and shadow; love and hate; good and bad. A place to share some thoughts
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1 comment:
Poetry is such a tough thing, but your attempts seem very successful. I like the simplicity of Haiku.
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