Old ChairA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
in the parlor a stranger removes his coat makes himself at home tension turns me upside down death in the afternoon of a cold November day slowly approaching the rocker the silhouette pivots his face advances a smile to me Father? his response smacks me in the heart am i in his dream or mine? erin-cilberto 11/18/2020 © 2020 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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12 Reviews Added on December 2, 2020 Last Updated on December 2, 2020 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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