The Soft Contemplation Of A Sour Oaken Mind Poem by Alec Witthohn

The Soft Contemplation Of A Sour Oaken Mind



Hollow wispy smoke
Climbs.

Scaling bristled, weathered
Whiskers.

Anchored to weighty
Pipe;

Eyes held shut.

Hair wound about
Thoughts;
Thinking much too
Heavily.

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Alec Witthohn

Alec Witthohn

Denver, CO
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