April 30, 2016 by Rosemerry
Just trying to keep things safe,
this innocent, valiant inner mason
who built this stone fortress
to protect me from the vicious wind—
of course there are no windows,
That’s how a breeze might come in.
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged innocence, overkill, poem, poetry, security | 1 Comment
Geez Louise, I made a comment here
and not knowing it would disappear
I forgot what I said.
I’ll ponder, play dead.
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