just a place to visit and kick it
for a while. rented
like a summer house
in winter by the shore.
hear waves pound the sand -
a hollow rushing.
temporary shelter from a storm.
clothes of previous inhabitants hanging
in cedar scented closets. Sweaters,
belts, and gloves left in haste.
some things should fit you just right.
i am not a home.
Copyright © 2002 Winifred Tracey
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Stopping in to welcome you to Poetry Thursday! Looking forward to reading more.
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