Cardboard drags
across wet
grainy cement
as tiny feet
echo
in an alley-way
near my house.
While oil
soaks into strands
of brown fiber,
a child
beneath the window
sleeps.
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5 comments:
I like the elegance of this one.
These are my favorite lines, Brian:
"as tiny feet
echo
in an alley-way
near my house."
I just love the image, and the rest of the poem, of course..:)
can we exchange links mate?
Stopping in just to say hello.
cardboard drags
across
wet cement
tiny feet
echo in an alley
near home
oil soaks
strands
of brown fiber
as a child
beneath the window
sleeps
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