Torn and Worn With Time
Torn and Worn With Time
The forgotten photograph
Legs crossed, wrinkled forehead,leering out the window
Coarse, gray beard , mustache and bushy eyebrows
Great grandpa , torn and worn with time
Legs crossed, wrinkled forehead,leering out the window
Seated on a wooden chair with cigar in between middle and index fingers
Great grandpa , torn and worn with time
A puff of smoke consumes the air
Seated on a wooden chair with cigar in between middle and index fingers
Thick fog takes his mind elsewhere : to cardboard boxes , milk crates, holed styrofoam cups and loose change
A puff of smoke consumes the air
The house fire ran with his mind, in a deep sleep, locked doors and stolen keys , nowhere for the fire to breathe
Thick fog takes his mind elsewhere : to cardboard boxes , milk crates, holed styrofoam cups and loose change
Coarse, gray beard , mustache and bushy eyebrows
The house fire ran with his mind, in a deep sleep, locked doors and stolen keys , nowhere for the fire to breathe
The forgotten photograph
Marckincia Jean
Pantoum
11/24/19
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