Uncle Bob Poem by Adeline Morris

Uncle Bob



It's almost as if
a white peacock
has spread her feathers
across our lawn.

We live this morning
inside of a transparent dome.
The white glass walls
tell us of our hostage
in this snow globe.

Something tells me
that the clouds knew
of your passing, Bob.

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