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The Poetry of Kevin Morris
The Poetry of Kevin Morris
A Bird On The Wing:
A bird on the wing
Is such a temporary thing.
Though, when it dies,
In poetry, it survives.
Dog Bed:
The mark
Of your teeth is still there,
On your old dog bed.
I walk in the park,
Where
The dead
Leaves lie.
Shadows on the grass
Mistook for an old friend.
All things pass,
However much we pretend
Otherwise. You closed your eyes,
And left your mark
Upon my heart.
