leaves in the wind
the upside of my underside
molly-coddling your neck
through a bleakly lined morning
sky stirs my now tepid faith
always in the shadows
concealing furtive glances,
tensed shoulder blades
that find feet shuffling
against iron curtains that
block the rays of the sun
This poem was written by Frederick Kesner on Dec 23, 2007.
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