Greetings poetic compadre: Below is a quickly penned short poem from yesterday. – C.L.
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Untitled Poem – Number Lost
Sitting reading diagrams
on December window frost
I shiver then bark
back at the neighbor’s
small dog
 Charles Luden • 6-27-19 • at Granite City
The end of this transmission.
His mind is out there somewhere. Each line stimulates thought but the end of the verse is still somewhere. Am I to practical. Should I think this way.