SINKHOLE

ah. poetry section.
how else to convey
the sudden loss of my trusty crutch
my sunlit day?

The view from my childhood
bedroom window:

A post office
streamers from labor day 3 months past
an old elm
fading yellow dotted line on a dusty
country road.

All gone.

Not broken, not torn, not weathered--

Vanished.

Sinkhole!

WTF?


Edited by GoldStone (08/04/13 04:53 AM)