Swallows Poem by Eric Cockrell

Swallows



she holds her baby close,
against the cold wind,
their breath together,

one fog.

shaken and driven
by the demons that had her,
she clings to her love,

alone.

a child with a child,
wrong address, wrong number,
the dark night sighs,

and swallows!

Saturday, November 26, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: child,fog
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