joseph harlacher 111

Rookie - 41 Points (09/27/1951 / Seattle)

The Scale Of A Full Tin

by window sill
yet closed
I smoke my pipe
and must stand outside
this guardian of advanced age
with no wisdom of sage
I say to her all my love
to send away
the men I love
to only bring to you
the flame of love
for in the heat of battle
your vision I carry
that this last war
be one closed eye
to pull me through
its up to you

Submitted: Monday, December 23, 2013
Edited: Monday, December 23, 2013


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strength be present in the smallest of life use the fortitude of time is where I come from. this was a passing desire for two street people who visited for a summer my window sill was open but not my door.

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