Theobald Walrus
Monday, October 5, 2020
Pothole
gray clouds
dispel
the residue
of daytime
goldenrod
and yellow leaves
glow with a light
all their own
my mind
is as full
as a pothole
in the rain
my fear
is as gone
as the town
this used to be - Jeff Barnes
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