Monday, April 1, 2019

Rob Schackne #920 - "Sunlight through"


Sunlight through
a white bird's wings
where I am right now
the sun is setting
the radio has news
torture & indifference
my heart must shift
to make some pasta
drink the wine alone
the poems in my head
black pepper & salami
are you a little hungry
all switch the station
it's almost ready


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