Bad Neighbor Poem by Kinsley Lee

Bad Neighbor

In the forest where leaves have fallen, but still
Those remaining shine beautiful and bright.
Filled with fine dust, appears dark and dusk,
The sky even in the morning light.
A smoky and smothery, pungent odor
Pierces deep in the nostril,
As winter arrives, by the burning coal,
The lousiness approaches like the spectral.
(Apr.21st,2024, Kinsley Lee)

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