One Day:One Poem
Monday, April 14, 2014
Appearances
Too often missed dawns
reveal perfected homes.
Nests, small gossamer
treasures leap at the nose
and cling to the shoulder.
A stifled shriek wakes
still nodding buds and the
ghost of night shift work
wafts away.
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