Hoarded Sunshine Poem by Joe Howell

Hoarded Sunshine



somewhere between childhood cries and todays cells
i have opened a place inside, where i hoard sunshine
when the days are cold and words cut
where the dead use their own language, quite,
like fallen trees in winter snow

Sunday, July 10, 2005
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood,snow,sunshine,winter
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