Wintry light,
My memories are
Steep stairwells
In dusty buildings
On dead-end streets,
Where I talk to the walls
and closed doors
As if they understood me.
excerpt from The Toy
Charles Simic
Jackstraws poems
One of my favorite parts of the poem, The Toy. I really enjoy Charles Simic, makes me think a bit about everything.
Purr
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