Poems -
Eviction
2018-05-04
2018-05-04
and he tumbles from
my shroud to
the curb - where he sprawls
poisoning busybodies (they'd
never fallen quiet).
Even the dogs curl in
oblivion in
the street
Along with martens, goulish goats and the rippling fen -
these writings 1993-2023
by Bob Murry Shelton are licensed under
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