A Poem: Where’s My?


Where’s My?

One day till out

I feel there eyes

cutting me in too

like a thaw of winter sun

I try, I learn,

I am the fixed target fueling the distance

Maybe a different posture

I try to be warm

to the cold shoulder

I want to leave this home

Alone…

 

By Alan Whitfield 2012

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