The Walk
...This tree overshadows that one.
That tree trunk is climbed by the sun.
This fence is high, get over it.
this fence is not white,
it is the color of oatmeal.
That grazing horse is the color o...
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Categories:
verruca, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Walking
...Leaves fly like sparrows.
This tree overshadows that one.
That sun climbs another trunk.
This fence is high,
this fence is not white,
it is the color of oatmeal.
That grazing horse is the colo...
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Categories:
verruca, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
Bus Time
...The weekly bus that carries
the old ones from the village
to do their weekly shop
fills with shaken umbrellas
and eager tales of morbidity.
You know those water tablets
that Jane’s ...
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Categories:
verruca, death, fear, journey, life,
Form: Free verse