These walls
Signs that we live here
are all over these walls –
dings and scratches
smudges and stains
sticky fingerprints
holes big and small
well-worn corners
dark matter clinging
to tight crannies –
leading me to wonder
about the condition of my soul
which hasn't seen fresh paint
in forty-seven years.
Can you imagine?
5:49:12 PM  Poems
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