Morning Poem #43 Poem by Wanda Phipps

Morning Poem #43



I close my eyes
and there it is
a concrete walkway
leading out of a
small village
hugging the sides
of a green green
tree filled mountainside
and to the right
a pipe railing
paited the color
of oxidized metaland even firther
to my right
a small beach
costline-an ocean
all under a pale blue sky
all there when my eyelids
close and the shutters open

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Wanda Phipps

Wanda Phipps

Washington, D.C., United States
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