Footfalls Poem by Phillip Erb

Footfalls

Rating: 4.5


A gutter runs down the brick outside the front door
I live in the room on the other side and count footsteps in the rain
I draw the blinds,
drape out the light,
open the screen wide,
rehearse lies and keep closed my eyes because sometimes
the dark is my only light.

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Phillip Erb

Phillip Erb

Louisville, Ky.
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