Wood Poem by barbara williams

Wood

Rating: 5.0


The floor is cool upon my face
breathe in-
vibrations from your boots fade
breathe out-
my heartbeat pulses against the wood
echo, echo, echo
I grow small, still, light
I am nothing
like the dust
on the floor beneath my face

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