Picture Poem #191 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Picture Poem #191 (From, This Is My Wasteland)



The timeless dust
of everything

through the days
and gray afternoons

remembrance
from steps and struggles

in a mirror vacuum

Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: mirror
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