![]() Red Wheelbarrow inspired poemsA Poem by Sabel E.The Red Wheelbarrow Inspired Poems SE (the end of rehearsal) it all depends on those five minutes before i came home night time my time cartwheels under the spotlight driving over the bridge radio fuzzy i can’t hear phone call before i knew you were gone (to be alone with you) so much depends upon the color of your hair when we are on the roof the noise from the restaurants is drowned out the chairs have low dipped backs settling in your hand on my neck © 2015 Sabel E.Author's Note
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