Leave it as you found itA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoLeave it as you found it film the old, cobwebbed pond a few bugs cruise the surface but life is dead underneath no movement no swirls no world stop the music nature is swimming in its own death I think I saw one live tree leaning over the pond a weeping willow its tears dried up erin-cilberto 9/14/24 © 2024 jacob erin-cilberto |
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Added on September 20, 2024 Last Updated on September 20, 2024 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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