coldfront

 

cold strings
of sauntering
coiling and moving
under my neck
lips dried and
thoughts bothering
ripping the spaces
on the coast and deck

 

2013

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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2 Responses to coldfront

  1. very interesting and I think I will remember your words for a long time. Hugs, Barbara

  2. Good stuff- weather- internal or external- or both – always works well.

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