From the Doorway Poem by Catherine Barnett
From the Doorway
The night is covered
in books and papers and child
and I like having him here,
sleeping loose and uninhibited.
The room fills with sleep
and the poor dummy heart
already straining at my seams
makes the tearing sound.
Fear. Or laughter.
Love,
the strangest
of all catastrophes.
Saturday, December 9, 2017
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4/24/2024 1:02:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Catherine, such a fine poem👍👍👍