At Home Alone
It’s just a sheet of glass,
Seen thru and yes unseen
Entombed by it and more
At bay it holds all green
No sand to hold my steps
Just a book to steal my brain
Shelter for this day and more
Keep clean my windowpane
Some words, a sight, a song
And others like these three
Can stir the now gone stale
And spark a memory
4/15/2020
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 6
Mark Toney
Copyright © Jerry Hackett | Year Posted 2020
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