SceneA Poem by jacob erin-cilberto
the wind settles its account deficit of leaves winter out of the red into the black a cold withdrawal frozen funds the reserves evaluated shivering representative the houses look so lonely the teller in white spring might see a reopening, after thoughtful months playing it close to the vest. erin-cilberto 11/11/22 © 2022 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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4 Reviews Added on November 15, 2022 Last Updated on November 15, 2022 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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