All But Present Poem by olivia helmes

All But Present



Portraits of past hang on memories wall
laughter knaws at future's door
everything lies within my house
down to the coincidental floor
all but present
it rode away with the other car
its driver with a beer bottle in hand

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C. P. Sharma 26 February 2010

it rode away with the other car its driver with a beer bottle in hand Beautiful....you said it all. CP

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