Last Words
A cemetery stone, my tablet cold.
An epitaph I read — the shards drool.
Those pretty words! I long to finger gold.
Instead reflective glass, the story’s cruel.
4/27/2020
Rithimus Divisa 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Gregory Barden
Original Title: Wild About Books
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2020
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