Shy Recluse, And His Mailbox Poem by james watkin

Shy Recluse, And His Mailbox



Enclosed, but not entirely;
Sufferance is a gate.
Unwieldy and weather-cracked;
But there to designate!

Atop its more impassioned
Brother-access glistens.
More so unto a treasure
Of friendships this opens!

Tuesday, October 1, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: friend,home
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james watkin

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