Tuesday 15 February 2022

One Poem by Gary D. Maxwell



Home

 

What seems like silence

is a passing private plane,

an old dish washer,

singing lessons sung online,

a soft recliner

squeaking as I shift my weight,

the quarter-hour

chimed out from the mantel clock,

and my own heartbeat

in a home away from home -

a dancing dewdrop

naming home the next green stalk

that grants me welcome.

 

Gary D. Maxwell is a poet currently residing north of Boston. After shovelling roadkill on the Information Superhighway for forty years, Gary now devotes his time to writing. You can find his poetry at Amazon.com

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