Morning Poem #43
Read 'Morning Poem #43' by 'Wanda Phipps' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
I close my eyes
and there it is
a concrete walkway
leading out of a
small village
hugging the sides
of a green green
tree filled mountainside
and to the right
a pipe railing
paited the color
of oxidized metaland even firther
to my right
a small beach
costline-an ocean
all under a pale blue sky
all there when my eyelids
close and the shutters open
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