Posted Keep Out
Despite my best efforts
memories keep trespassing on
me
the way the winter wind finds
its way
through the window frames into
an old house.
Caulking the cracks of the years
has done no good,
they've found a way in despite my
best efforts
freezing my tears as they run
down my cheeks
into my beard.
Poetry and art by David H. Roche
(C) 2014
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