Gone
Poetry: The Vanishing
Feb 17
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I stepped into
a cove of time
at the edge of
a neighborhood
where down the street
an old lady sang
the finale of her
daydreams
the sky hung close
and whispered
wayward secrets
in this place
of ruins and relics
Lana Broussard writing as L.T. Garvin , Author -English Teacher - ESL Tutor — Writes Fiction, Poetry, and Various Articles on the Quandries of Life.
