Journey's End
JOURNEY’S END
Gate with one rusting hinge on post
Squeaks open and rattles closed.
Smell of fryng bacon sneaks out
The window where the cat sits about.
It’s dark, it’s cold - midnight is past;
But I’m glad to be home at last.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2011
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