A pale dawn comes up
over the quiet street.
I feed the cats extra;
it's myself I'm comforting.
To whom shall I give
the silk tie he never wore?
Submitted for dVerse Open Link Night #60
Some of these poems are autobiographical, some are entirely fictional, and some are a mixture of both. The intention is art rather than self-expression. I don't allow factual details to get in the way of poetry! (I do seek emotional truth.)
They are works in progress, and may be subject to revision without notice. Completed versions appear in my books. Nevertheless copyright applies to all texts found here.
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