The Morning Poem by Timmy Curran
The Morning
The day begins
with shattered glass
an old woman
in the next room
warning people
as they pass
There's a hanging curse
sitting like a fog
Following like a stink
that can't be killed
with tomato sauce
Friday, February 24, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: miscellaneous
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