Hover Poem by rich soos

Hover



at the door waiting
to decide whether to step
out and melt away

or close the door quick
and breath stale airconditioned
coolness while alive


from micropoetry.com (2016)

Friday, December 9, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: human condition
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rich soos

rich soos

Passaic, NJ USA
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