Homeless
There is a storm of rags
...............hovered above
fifty-five gallons of fire.
Bare-fingered, he hangs on
......................the wind for survival.
She is round-belly proud,
and I cry for the child
................she'll never know.
Poetry
This one says so much in so few words. I'm wanting to ask who the characters are. I'm more concerned with who 'he' is than with 'she.'
ReplyDeleteso, I'm a little dense. I need to pay more attention to titles...
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