The Quarrel Poem by Carol Fleming Klein

The Quarrel



Angry words
Bitter words
Going on and on
From the next room.
Accusations
Filling the black night
Until the rain
Falls faster
And the wind
With a roaring sound
Going by my window
Carries them far away.

Spring-Summer 1977

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Carol Fleming Klein

Carol Fleming Klein

Stoneham, Massachusetts
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