Compensation Poem by Hoda Ablan

Compensation



Whenever the cold pavements stretch before me
and the warmth of my quilt dwindles away
I take him from my memory box
and light him, a matchstick of tenderness.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: imagination
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