What I've Missed

What I've Missed

Say it as much you can:

the daffodils are trumpets

and the forsythia church bells,

neither will know summer 

and neither will this poem,

written inside because of rain

the red deck wet, my eyes 

shifting beyond cobwebs

and window screen,  

because of rain.

Author: Sam Calhoun

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