124 Poem by William Kofoed

124



Once while cleaning a 124
Found a piece of black lace
Tucked out of the way
Might have been lost
In the dark of a night
When other things mattered
And it got in the way
Was it forgotten
Or not to be found
Maybe it just didn't
Matter at all
Many the thoughts
That race through my mind
A piece of black lace
In a 124

Friday, April 5, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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