Scaffold View
Across the street, on scaffold rigs,
Construction workers hover
And if they’d glance my way, this is
What they just might discover:
A bedroom filled with books and pictures
All in frames of black,
A quilted bed and clutter
I’ve been meaning to attack.
And then, of course, upon a chair,
The other sight they’d see,
With pad and pencil, jotting words,
A rhyming poet – me!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2016
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