footsteps in the hallway,
a clank of metal,
the small door opening,
then clicked shut.
wait, wait, the footsteps
sound, a rush of cold air,
he’s gone.
out like a spider you bolt,
keys unlocking the mystery.
one lone letter,
no magazines today.
inside, a bit of life
for you.
a form letter revealed, your sharp nails
clawing the envelope,
your eyes licking the print
for news.
but no friendship in this,
no warming note of love:
just a notice
to be gone,
the rent
overdue, and your
plastic doesn’t work
on old Mr. Conners.
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
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I keep getting bill's mail. I've told the postman to stop sending me his mail...I think he thinks I'm a bit nuts LOL
Can relate to this...BOY can I...either that, or "OCCUPANT"
LOL--enjoyed this one--thanks
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Where can I find bill, to send him his mail? LOL