Sunshine Recorder

Sunshine Recorder

A Poem by Soil Creep

A season ago,
the last time we spoke,
I rummaged through my trunk
searching for your possessions.
Now, somewhat irregularly, someone else
inquires about your rummaging.
Listed as a reference, I receive these 
investigators. I tell them that
I don't know
how to 
contact you. And each time
I am alarmed.
By how erudite
a simple phone call can be. 

© 2013 Soil Creep


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Soil Creep
Criticism is always welcome, any and all.

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A splendid read and write...Thank you for penning...:).....................

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Soil Creep
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Maryville, MO



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