i can hearA Poem by RCS
Cats outside scratch doors and cry FOOD.
The neighbor above walks the floor in tap shoes. Every sound carries by rods, furlongs and folds. (That's how these people still measure I'm told.) Over sensory rushes can be hard to relay. I've seen whole talks that the wind blew away. © 2010 RCS |
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Added on November 16, 2010 Last Updated on November 16, 2010 Author
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