Quarter Of A Dollar Poem by Prefer Namelessness
Quarter Of A Dollar
Pearls of passage collect in souly recollection.
A basin of muddy memory.
I, like a silvery quarter dollar.
Clock in.
Calculate.
Come up a couple short.
The register cannot be repaired.
The manager in shameless sleep-state,
unwakeable.
Clock out...
Unanchored now,
but forgetting:
forgetting and forgotten.
Well conceived and nicely encapsulated with conviction. An insightful work of art. Thanks for sharing.
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4/26/2024 8:04:20 PM # 1.0.0.1119
such a nice start, Read my poem Love and L u s t. Thanks