Sunday, October 18, 2020

Sanctuary...

Sanctuary... 

The old poetry boards,
Deep in the Old Country of the web,
Small cybertowns I have known for decades,
A few residents still left,
The ghost towns of the mind,
These places where only we web poets go,
Smell the flowers,
Coffee with the neighbors,
Share soul and heart,
Leave the dogged citadels of social media,
I can breathe here.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 10/18/2020