Daniel Donohue Poems

The fog settles thick and heavy
Covering its captives in a goose feather quilt
Stitched from the supple fabric of uncertainty
Leaving those within to stumble and wander
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We don’t appreciate our shared soles
The kings within us pushing each other away
We sink from the sun
We make shade of the living
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We find ourselves in tubes
Hallways, roads, walkways
Rivers, flowing into tributaries
Classrooms, workplaces, homes (with more hallways still)
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