This hotel room is absent of you,
No lovers’ talk,
and seven o’clock is coming far
Love the layers and mood of on the road!!!
This is right up there with Hemingway’s “For sale: Baby shoes. Never used.” For its deep sorrow in remarkably few words. Well done, Songbird!
Thanks, artist Clay!
Tee hee. Clever you.
Short and neat
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Shawn Bird is a high school English teacher, poet, and YA author in the beautiful Shuswap region of British Columbia, Canada. She is a proud member of Rotary and a former Rotary Youth Exchange Student.
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