Or So it Seems | Poem by David Michael Jackson

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Pollockary by David Michael Jackson

 
 

 

 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

or so it seems

Time held me in the throes of my own heart
time held me dreaming of the snow,
of the gravel road,
the long walk to the bus,
and a little boy
looking out of the bus window
at an old man
walking in the snow alone
leaving footprints
crisp and new
and so soon
covered.

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