Anyone HomeA Poem by Alfred Kukitzan explantation of nothingAnyone Home There is no where to start everyone is moving some sort of bloom lies on the bubble of yesterday “wish you could be here” echoes from above sand storms cross the desert a baby’s yawn follows a mother’s dream untold stories sitting on the stairs of morning does anyone have an epiphany to settle it all down no one is home but everything is here © 2015 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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