Writings

A Poetry Slice from THE MEMORY MAKER
Part I

There was a door that unlocked
And let in the light of the passing train

There was a window that held fast
Against the coming tide

There was a joyous curl of music
That followed an escaped balloon

What he ought to have said takes shape
On the heels of a departing dream.

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