Town Square Poem by Tajma Hall

Town Square

Rating: 2.5


His in this we betray
as does the lovely
truth in touch- a sense
we finger past a less
becoming page our index
rose a heat climbing
team a blood boiling
that would hate ever end
those quench a cover
loose-leaf He faces
nor squanders yet
reads every page
dictation...our story

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