
Comin’ home?
When ya comin’ home? /
Lonely as the last flower. /
Come toss me a bone.
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Comin’ home?
When ya comin’ home? /
Lonely as the last flower. /
Come toss me a bone.
.
.
#haiku #poem #poetry #photo #dog #home #bone #flower #last #lonely #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #august #friday #2021
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Ring leader
Phone, phone has rung, /
but you were not among /
those who heard the sound /
as from the phone it bound /
searching for your ear /
but, alas, it is clear /
you were not here to hear /
oh, dear, oh, dear, oh dear.
Filed under 2016, poetry by author