What’s Really Under Your Bed

Posted on January 25, 2016 by Puff Of Smoke Poems

Back home each night, unpack lunch box,
backpack, briefcase, and the day’s gathered
bag of images tumbles out swims into
dreams rolls beneath the couch
settles into corners like feathers
dust and crumbs all for you to write down

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