The things that remain

Posted on August 21, 2013 by andrewwhiting

A house’s frame shakes,
reverberates whenever
it shuts out the world

Someone should have said
something about alcohol
to you back in D.A.R.E.

About andrewwhiting

A sentimental and sarcastic poet, lover of language, traveling and nature (not a fan of the Oxford comma).
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