Wednesday, March 25, 2015

the lawn

Midnight, waking up,
Lost in dreams, I stare,
dark and empty room.
the winter is long,
The lawn is dry and brown,
now, my spring break comes, and is gone.
history is forgotten,
I fly, nationwide,
St. Paul, Boston, Denver, Minneapolis,
San Jose, Tampa, Houston, Chicago, and Dallas.


Alison Sandberg Jason Pritchard Clinton said...



Pat-Mather Brown Gordon-ceton said...

cool poem.

Pat-Mather Brown Gordon-ceton said...

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nominate one poet you know for week82, and have fun.

keep posting.
lovely blog.

Abigail Michael Boyle Blount Fallin said...