Saturday

Posted on September 24, 2019 by chester maynes

Time’s queer, the little rain has
swift and angry drops. Cold outside,
the thoughts of fire sink and drift.
I’m meeting the afternoon with restless
bones and intimidation.

 

2019

About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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