joseph harlacher 111

Veteran Poet - 1,698 Points (09/27/1951 / Seattle)

The Loose Caboose - Poem by joseph harlacher 111

my orchard groans
yon stallions pace
of future fruits
to harvest acres
and carry home
this vehicle of roam
to fall to the ground
of where I am round
my feet to carry
me to the sink
include a wink
from Santa's drink
and hold on to
my periwinkles think


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Jesus Christ there's no one out there.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 24, 2013


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