Apr 3, 2013

National Poetry Month: day 3/poem 3

Another poem from the archives written during my college years.


I just want to slip inside
some old Billie Holiday tune
alone out on a rickety back porch
as the sun rises deep in the South
sipping black coffee
and smoking Camels
contemplating lost loves
and poetry
as willows
slumped in morning dew
sway slightly in the breeze
that rattles the bones
and brings memories of a warm bed
and lover's arms

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