April is National Poetry Month
Down a worn path,
Years etch my moveable roots,
Decades pinch the ripe, white, poison you call home.
We have seated ourselves,
Sipped the same deep-alley blues,
Seen them take lives.
Personal observations of one writer. Frequent references to pop culture, blues music and lifetime truths.
Sunday, April 15, 2018
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