Milk Crates
trying not to frighten myself I slowly open my eyes
peering through tunnels waiting for light
day into night night into day
shopping bags in the kitchen dishes in the sink
books balancing on milk crates
words fly off the page like pigeons and settle far away
ghosts of a different life
Copyright © Robert Mcfadden | Year Posted 2019
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