He slipped in when I opened
the outer screen door, to let
a bit of that balmy Spring air,
laden with pollen and bits
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Somehow I suspect when you really do look death in the face, it will be with this same wry sense of humor and follow him out the door and down those paths. This poem is really well-crafted. I love the carpet stained like your soul. Good work. Raynette
' Teardrops of Tennesee....' what a GREAT line I like this poem alot, very gritty Gainor
You are an amazing poet Herbert. The way you describe things, it is like I am sitting there watching and listening....Great write!