The Hermit Poem by L. K. Thayer

The Hermit



the door is closed
to solicitors
and peddlers
of happy hour punch

save your conversions
and conversation
I don't have ears for you

I dwell in my house
of cards
and vacuumed
footprints

I order take-out
and tell him
to keep the change

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L. K. Thayer

L. K. Thayer

Fargo, North Dakota
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