Posted by Kay Salady
I sit here in my solitude
conversing with a stranger
And I wonder if she knows
the clear and present danger
of spending too much time
alone with something broken
Had I thought the consequence
I never would have spoken
Posted on June 23, 2017, in kay salady's poetry. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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