Where I Go Poem by John Scott Traczyk

Where I Go



The wind is using the leaves to speak to me today
she is warning of the unborn dawn

I will use my bones for stairs
and hide below the cellar

I will be safe here
there are no windows

jt

Thursday, April 7, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood
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