Get There From Here Poem by David Howerton

Get There From Here



Spent long aching,
in shadow draped room,
listening to wind on late nights.
Trying to gather strength,
when only thing I wanted was sleep.
Winter loud, nameless creek
kept company in disharmonic melody.
Ache settles;
drift in wakeful dreams
become strange fellow in own story.

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David Howerton

David Howerton

San Jose California
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