Shaking Dusty Throw Rugs On The Roof Sunrise East Village Nyc Poem by Warren Falcon

Shaking Dusty Throw Rugs On The Roof Sunrise East Village Nyc



sun's not high


just enough




little cloud

just some-

where

beyond

between

buildings


morning glory's


already


opened


closed


an

accident

of

placement

its

indigo

Friday, November 1, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: imagism
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Warren Falcon

Warren Falcon

Spartanburg, South Carolina, USA
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