CalamityA Poem by JRThis morning I crave the cool of water to paint my sore throat and my body how it aches with it’s wants, it’s want for water; Not the whiskey I needed the night before, or the wine the night before that not the coffee that usually is sipped with the morning sun no, no, this time I need water to run clean and wash away all the calamity inside of me. © 2020 JR |
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Added on April 15, 2020 Last Updated on April 15, 2020 AuthorJRPlacerville, CAAboutWriting again Interesting times to be living in, kind of a cool time to be a writer and documenting the world. more..Writing
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