Loose Shutter

i am nothing more
than the loose shutter,
banging against the window
of a foreclosed house...

but the shutter,
the wind that blows it,
the window, and even
the empty rooms...

all have faces,
all have names!

poem by Eric CockrellReport problemRelated quotes
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