June 21, 2020

Poetry

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Jad 9
Poetry

I live inside a prison
between the walls
beside the two other prisons
the birds do not sing
not even the rustle of feathers
I live in California
and howl at the moon
until my lungs give out
I live for the next love song
remembering the taste of cigarette
and whiskey from my still
in the herbon
the boat lights
fade into memories 6/2/20 Steve Burkett

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Niamh Posted 4 years, 6 months ago. ✓ Mailed 4 years, 5 months ago   Favorite
Thanks for writing! I finished the transcription for your post.

Alisandra Posted 3 years ago. ✓ Mailed 2 years, 12 months ago   Favorite
This was such a hauntingly beautiful poem. I wish that you will hear the birds sing again soon.

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