No home (Blogophilia 14.44)

Salted rim

Bitter fruit

There should be two

But only one in front of me


Stood up again

Hung out to dry

By the paper in front of me. 


Dark screen

Glows bright

Attorney call

Second paper doubles down

On the first.


I have no home.

Comments

  1. Oh my! Not a good day to be sure. Time for another margarita and a prayer! Great writing, KUDOS Earthling!

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