Such clumsy carriers locked and lost
on rubbled roads of mind.
I load my thoughts with crying care,
adjust the goods to fit,
and send you rattling on ahead.
I watch with hope and then with fear,
delivery that you give,
and know the load holds nothing real.
And when I turn to check the road,
I find it littered long
with all the treasures I had packed..
ah words, you do me wrong.


About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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