Thursday, November 22, 2018

Rob Schackne #813 - "Peek"








  
  
  
             Peek beneath the yellow
             the black curls, the shadow
             (what evil lurks within)
             of a fence long derelict
             and two mulberry trees
             recently cropped, all I know

             (burning poems in a fireplace)
             scuffed footpath, the sigh
             the bitumen out of town

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