The window is up
trains thundering along
blow fresher air inside
Time would stand still here
if there was no light driving across the room
we go
I put away the folders
pull down the window
and the blinds
Peter is thinking
without saying a word
he turns off the light
and closes up
'Till tomorrow'
again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Due to the brilliant NOTES above, I enjoyed much more of The Cave. Thank you for sharing this enjoyable poem, dashingly worded. God Bless You and your beloved family. Amen.