Shawn L. Bird

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poem-shed February 21, 2017

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 2:48 pm
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The plan

erodes

corrodes

implodes

as you stare at the wreck

you must live in.

But maybe

all is not as it seems,

maybe this is only the wood shed

and there’s a mansion

waiting for you

around the corner.

 

 
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