Bring It Back Poem by cadance cunningham

Bring It Back



bring me home
through ash and smoke
through old dog bone
to the dial tone
to dirty skipping stones
wash my mouth with soap
bring me back
through smoke and ash
burned with focal glass
let me hear you laugh
so i'm thinking rash
still can taste the tap

Friday, November 21, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: memories
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