Stan Petrovich

Rookie - 208 Points (10/27/1950 / Fort Riley, KS)

I, Morphed - Poem by Stan Petrovich

It IS growing hotter;
The sheets are soaked,
Feeding feathers.
I awake,
Go to the mirror
And peer therein.
A mass of foliage,
Wild and white,
Blooming eyes.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 26, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, August 27, 2012


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