Swan Wrong Place

A Poem by Leslie Philibert

Eager necked wrap of linen,

You bag of stones you.

Pasted on, you struggle

Above standing water.

The last one through the

Door, saintly headed you

Flap out into the cold.

The last, the lost, we two.

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Added on January 3, 2019
Last Updated on January 3, 2019

I`m not important. I just want to write a couple of good poems. Just read what I write. That`s enough. more..

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