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sometimes we breathe the same
by Paul Marinofinding my way through back
roads in may with certainty
that when i get home
youll be unsure
of how i feel.
we'll be one
flight up
and down again
to do laundry at 8
with full stomachs
and loads of lights
to wait patiently for.
at the time,
it should be getting dark. 06/04/2006 Author's Note: title by sarah mae
Posted on 06/04/2006
Copyright © 2024 Paul Marino
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by JD Clay on 08/27/06 at 06:29 PM You make the mundane oh so poetic with this poignant piece that strikes the heart of metaphor. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 08/31/06 at 07:05 AM Gotta agree with jadi. I've never had that much fun doing the laundry. I guess it's the company you keep. CONGRATULATIONS on POTD!
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Shonda Creemer on 09/01/06 at 02:57 AM Congrats my friend on POTD!!!! Funny, I had missed this piece somehow. I really love this Shawnelle. Two words ~ simple complexity. |
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