Morning Coffee #18

Where the author pretentiously post a poem he enjoys. The Soul BY KATIE FORD It disappeared. It reappearedas chimney smoke that burnt through carcassesof swallows stilled,and that it portrayed no willwas why I followed that smokewith this pair of eyes. It was that it didn’t needor require my beliefthat I leant upon it as a tired workerupon a gate. Source: Poetry (November …

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