Pathways and Recliners

Location

 

crumbles of sidewalk

 

and bits of sand

 

have contributed to misty mornings,

 

in deep purple woods,

 

and salty evenings in

 

far off red maple trees. we could

 

sit here and

 

speak of dusty paths

 

washed down with the sullen clouds

 

of that forever skyline

 

or spin stars into old lampshades

 

amid watered down billows of rain.

 

 

but nothing would fill the scores in kitchen chairs

 

 

or the silence of a worn green recliner.

 

Comments

WIJK

Interesting... so much so, I had to create an account to let you know how interesting your poem was

Kshepardson

So honored ;)

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