Lorkidth Poem by thomas bbb

Lorkidth



There’s a gate
To keep travelers and drunkards from rolling down a hill
But YOU can walk thru it
you can ride this town

It was or wasn’t
Your reflection
Walking out the doors
Blurring into the scenery

my presence warms the pie
I did not know anyone well enough
To have to say goodbye

Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Topic(s) of this poem: goodbye
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