Wednesday, May 9, 2012
The Broken Home Comments
Rating: ★2.8
Crossing the street,
I saw the parents and the child
At their window, gleaming like fruit
With evening’s mild gold leaf.
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9/11/2025 11:51:34 PM # 1.0.0
..............this was an interesting stanza....great write ~ And of a blackness found, if ever now, in old Engravings where the acid bit. I must have needed to touch it Or the whiteness—was she dead? Her eyes flew open, startled strange and cold. The dog slumped to the floor. She reached for me. I fled. ~