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Burning The Letters

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I made a fire; being tired
Of the white fists of old
Letters and their death rattle
When I came too close to the wastebasket
What did they know that I didn't?
Grain by grain, they unrolled
Sands where a dream of clear water
Grinned like a getaway car.
I am not subtle
Love, love, and well, I was tired

Of cardboard cartons the color of cement or a dog pack
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Edward Kofi Louis 17 September 2014

Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.

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