new currency of old loveA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
in the substantial woods of my inner sanctum the foliage protects my
vital interests and keeps a sane balance
in my account i find the red maples
remind me of deficits in spending time with
you, as autumn arrives in its
interim and then the barren
investment that is winter overdraws what emotions
i have left because i have become
dense in autonomy and fail to feel the
breeze that sifts through
me with such minted
memories of you. erin-cilberto 12/7/18 © 2018 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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Added on December 7, 2018Last Updated on December 7, 2018 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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