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,
no doors.
That’s how a breeze might come in.
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged innocence, overkill, poem, poetry, security on April 30, 2016| 1 Comment »
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,
no doors.
That’s how a breeze might come in.