Warsh Rag Poem by Michael Arthur
Warsh Rag
I'll leave
as I am bound
to leave I reckon
as she reckoned
the daylong
over the kitchen sink.
Covered wagons
stitched in the curtains,
the magnolia on the front lawn
rarely showed
its pink-whitish petals
fully. Browning beneath
the least little frost.
Thursday, February 4, 2016
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4/25/2024 3:22:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
reckon the self, good one..