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Wednesday, December 07, 2016

Foreclosure On A Sunny Day (poetry and photography}

Foreclosure On A Sunny Day
a poem by David H. Roche

Foreclosure on a sunny day
a place no more my head to lay,
weary body, weary soul,
life indeed does take its toll.

Walking by the river deep
wishing for a place to sleep
I found a bed with cold water blankets 
to cover my head.

Now the dungeness nibble 
and sea lions thrash about
octopi gather 
plucking off my snout. 

I don't feel cold
the cold water blankets are warm,
tonight I sleep, 
but tomorrow no dawn.

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