high wind warning
the table’s one candle
shivers in response
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this whole street
turns in restless sleep
each gust rattles
our hinges and frames
shakes our joined edges
high wind warning
the table’s one candle
shivers in response
*********************
this whole street
turns in restless sleep
each gust rattles
our hinges and frames
shakes our joined edges
there's a poem in every day
aka: The Happy Bookers
Artist
I came to where you were living, up a stair. There was no one there.--John Ashberry, "The New Higher"
custom poems on vintage typewriters
One Poet's Writing Practice
A Ronka Poetry Practice Since 2014
Living in the moment